ABBY NORMAL - DEAD AT 17 lyrics

Dead at 17- Dead at 17

Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream

When your 17

Everyday is a holiday, All the way is the only way

TNT and a side of fries, Insanity can't be sanitized

There's other things that I'd rather do

Fuel to burn and I'm coming through

I let the fumes go to my head

Either way I think I'm dead at 17

Dead at 17- Dead at 17

Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream

When your 17 Dead at 17- Dead at 17

Lost in between and no it aint a dream when you r 17

I'm at war with humanity, Live in this world of stupidity

I'm so annoyed with everything, I growing into a big nothing

I don't care about the state in, A snot-nose punk who just can't win

An angry misfit that's seeing red, But either way I think I'm dead at 17

I feel like shit, I need something to smash, I need something to hit

I feel like shit, and the voices in my head say there something to it