Cage - Teenage Hands lyrics

[Cage - Teenage Hands lyrics]

So I think, my dad is like
Starting to trip out
Like because of the age difference and all
I mean, I don't give a fuck but
But whatever he was threatening
To kick me out

Picked you up late after school
All your friends think I'm uber cool
Beat down dudes that treat you cold
Not too tough to fuck up a seventeen year old
Your daddy asked me my age in front of you
Lied through my teeth and said I'm twenty two

Your little teenage hands
Your little teenage hands
Your little teenage hands
Your stupid little teenage hands

Line them up give em a gun cook their brain
Cut their hair down and make em look the same


Now you're in the business of shootin' Arabs
Two years ago you were truth or darin'
Kissin' on the neck and squeezin' the hand
Like the lungs in your chest
Tryin' to breathe in sand
Knife in your stomach and they
Shut the van door so you can find out they
Got special plans for

Your little teenage hands
Your little teenage hands
Your little teenage hands
Your stupid little teenage hands

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