CORRECT LYRICS
Lyrics : Teenage Lament ’74 [A Fistful of Alice]
What a drag it is
In these gold lame jeans
Is this the coolest way
To get though your teens?
Well I cut my hair weird
I read that it was in
I look like a rooster
That was drowned and raised again
What are you going to do?
I'll tell you what I'm going to do
Why don't you get away?
I'm going to leave today
I ran into my room
And I fell down on my knees
Well I thought that fifteen
Was going to be a breeze
I picked up my guitar
To blast away the clouds
Somebody in the next room yelled
You got to turn that damn thing down
What are you going to do?
I'll tell you what I'm going to do
Why don't you get away?
Well I'm going to cry all day
In these gold lame jeans
Is this the coolest way
To get though your teens?
Well I cut my hair weird
I read that it was in
I look like a rooster
That was drowned and raised again
What are you going to do?
I'll tell you what I'm going to do
Why don't you get away?
I'm going to leave today
I ran into my room
And I fell down on my knees
Well I thought that fifteen
Was going to be a breeze
I picked up my guitar
To blast away the clouds
Somebody in the next room yelled
You got to turn that damn thing down
What are you going to do?
I'll tell you what I'm going to do
Why don't you get away?
Well I'm going to cry all day
