Alice Cooper - Teenage Lament '74 Lyrics
What a drag it isThese gold lame jeansIs this the coolest wayTo get through your teensWell, I cut my hairWith a rib teht it was inI looked like a roosterThan was drowned and raised againWhat are you gonna doI tell you waht I'm gonna doWhy don't you get awayI'm gonna leave todayI ran into my roomAnd I fell down on my kneesWell, I thought that fifteenWas gonna be a breezeI picked up my guitarTo blast away the cloudsBut somebody in the next room yield"You gotta turn that damn thing down!"What are you gonna doI tell you waht I'm gonna doWhy don't you get awayWell, I'm gonna cry all dayAnd I know troubleIs brewin' out thereBut I can hardly careThey fight all nightAbout his private secretaryLipstick stain, blond hairWhat are you gonna doI tell you what I'm gonna doWhy don't you run awayI'm gonna leave todayBut even IDon't know what I'm gonna doDon't know what I'm gonna doWhat are you gonna doI tell you what I'm gonna doWhy don't you run awayWell, I'm gonna leave todayWhat are you gonna doI tell you what I'm gonna doWhy don't you get awayWell, I'd rather cry all dayWhat are you gonna do, gonna do, gonna do...
