Skylar - Teenage Culture

My teacher always told me I should get some rest
I gotta be a prodigy for that Monday morning test
But I said Miss good luck you better wish me the best
Just before I dozed off and went back to bed
See I’ll be munchin’ on the biscuits at the back of the room
While Jonny’s on ket and Jed’s on ‘shrooms
And then there’s Katie all ketted, Keira doing balloons
See the lads they’re stickin’ stuff up their nose at noon

It’s the teenage culture pain is pimples, acupuncture, bleeding lips and numbnеss, ulcers and misleading infrastructure
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How we can’t sleep see the morning sun
With our small talk ‘till our days are done
Try to hibernate, when we try to run
And up again for the morning sun
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip
Got your brandy breath and your liquor lips
So speech is slurred after just one sip
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip

It’s time for Monday morning games guess we must abide
No composure on the pitch it’s just a five-a-side
But the goalie’s pretty shit, a ball to hand collide
It’s the hand of god the ref’ just let it slide
Now Miss is bribing us with stickers oh could she get any thicker
But with liquor we can sit and not be ten-year-olds and kick
As how we wanted to be older, that’s what we always told her
So chin up fallen soldier we’re just tryin’ to stay sober

It’s the teenage culture pain is pimples, acupuncture, bleeding lips and numbness, ulcers and misleading infrastructure
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How we can’t sleep see the morning sun
With our small talk ‘till our days are done
Try to hibernate, when we try to run
And up again for the morning sun
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip
Got your brandy breath and your liquor lips
So speech is slurred after just one sip
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip

It’s time for independent reading got my Biff and Chip
I swapped the water for whiskey, ‘bout to take a sip
So then my teacher takes a look and tells me get a grip
But now the class is looking boring, alright Miss, in a bit
She says come back to your seat, I’ll let your parents know
So I put on a little limp, Miss I hurt my toe
She says alright, to the nurse then, you better go
I’m not headin’ for the nurse, now that was quite a show

It’s the teenage culture pain is pimples, acupuncture, bleeding lips and numbness, ulcers and misleading infrastructure
Got your paper clips and pingers and your soundcloud rapper singers
Filter papers, riz and ringers, adolescents and beginners

How we can’t sleep see the morning sun
With our small talk ‘till our days are done
Try to hibernate when we try to run
And up again for the morning sun
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip
Got your brandy breath and your liquor lips
So speech is slurred after just one sip
Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip