well i'm standing here looking at you
what do i see? i'm looking straight through
it's so sad when you're young
to be told you're having fun
that music's lost its taste
a big nothing threatening me
it's so sad when you're young
to be told you're having fun
that music's lost its taste
that music's lost its taste
there might come a day when he's treading on you
you'll end up black and blue
legs come looking for you
that music's lost its taste
that music's lost its taste