Do you ever wonder, where you're going to?
                Are your days grey, does your future look blue?
                And do you wonder, what does this all add up to be?
                And is it me that doesn't understand, or is this, insanity?
            
            
                It’s not safe to walk the streets, too much violence in the city
                Too many people got no respect, not enough love, it ain’t so pretty
                Too many people don't give a damn, cos they think they got too much to lose, or they refuse
                Too many kids that still think it is so big to fight, is teenage blues
            
            
                Teenage, obscene age, the low wage, the bird cage
                The fighting, the smiting, the double-cross and stab in the back
                The lying, the cheating, the hurting, the stealing
                The fire, the crier, the train slipping off the track
            
            
                Not enough people telling the truth or speaking out for what they believe
                Too many pig-headed civil servants that don't listen to the people in the street
                Too many poor people starve, too many greedy individuals got more than they could ever use
                This selfish way of life is just a part, of teenage blues
            
            
                Too many small minded people using God as an excuse to fight their power game
                Too many corrupt individuals perverting justice for their personal gain
                Too many people screwing the world and messing up all that we have with their selfish views
                To see a world full of this kind of crap, is teenage blues!
            
            
                Teenage, obscene age, the road rage, the rat cage
                The error, the terror, a world that can’t get on with itself
                The war games, the growth pains, the blood stains, the leg chains
                The wrong stuff, the had enough, where everything is bad for your health
            
            
                So this is it, yes it is, this is teenage blues
                Spots and plots and swats and shots, and zits and spits and slap and crap, and more bad news
                And yes we know, that we have all got much to lose, if we don’t choose
                I guess it’s time we grew up and we grew out, of teenage blues