Teenage Alcoholic from Blang! by Lach

Teenage Alcoholic

Full blown at thirteen
Finishing daddy's drinks
Everyone thought you were cute
Until you started to shoot

Mommy's an ostrich
She keeps her head in the sand
Cocktails at bridge
You know she's always got the winning hand

Where are you tonight?
Boston, Queens, L.A.?
Or are you stuck in someburbia
where no one gives a shit anyway?
About...

Teenage alcoholic, teenage alcoholic
Hey, where are you?

No-one understands
They just make fun of you
And all the local bands
They're telling you it's so cool

But your grist for the mill
Yeah, kids are for tricks
Keep on going until
You get sick and tired of being sick

I ain't here to preach
I just hope you're o.k.
And though it seems out of reach,
You know, there's got to be a better way
than...

Teenage alcoholic, teenage alcoholic
Hey, where are you?
Come in from the cold
You're getting to old to be a
Teenage alcoholic, teenage alcoholic
Teenage alcoholic, teenage alcoholic
Hey, where are you?

©2014 Lach

• Rock
• anti-folk
• antifolk
• folk
• pop
• punk
• Edinburgh