In this great catastrophe
The evils of our world collide
You're forced to stand alone
And surviveYou against the world
As they conquer and divide
A passive nod or a smile
As they casually walk by
A spit and gesture of disgust
As they turn the other wayAmerican teenage bullshit
At one point it's got to stop
But it's how I feel today
Everytime I see a copEverytime someone gets pushed around
Sometimes I like to pop
When I see you on the dance floor
I'd like to pluck you from the cropA gesture of disgust
As they turn the other way
Part of me hopes they turn around
And another wants to ignoreSometimes out of pure hatred
The other to kill the bore
In this great catastrophe
The evils of our world collide
The evils of our world collideAmerican teenage bullshit
At one point it's got to stop
But it's how I feel today
Everytime I see a copEverytime someone gets pushed around
Sometimes I like to pop
When I see you on the dance floor
I'd like to pluck you from the cropAmerican teenage bullshit
At one point it's got to stop
But it's how I feel today
Everytime I see a copEverytime someone gets pushed around
Sometimes I like to pop
When I see you on the dance floor
I'd like to pluck you from the cropGo home
Please, go home
Go, goAmerican teenage bullshit
At one point it's got to stop
But it's how I feel today
Everytime I see a copEverytime someone gets pushed around
Sometimes I like to pop
When I see you on the dance floor
I'd like to pluck you from the crop