Wanna Be A Catastrophe

You wanna be a catastrophe
 You wanna see things that nobody wants to see
 Daddies little public enemy
 We know the score...
 You wanna scare us with the things you wear
 Show everybody that you just don't care
 You're real wild with those colors in your
 I bet ya...
 Go in your room and turn all the lights out
 Feel ashamed and cry your eyes out
 Read every page of your Bukowski
 Poppin' pills like they're fuckin' candy
 Now you're with that new guy
 Expensive slacks and fancy ties
 Turn the corner and don't look back
 Keep pulling your bullshit life from the discount rack
 Now tell us how you're all fucked up
 The enemy must be down on her luck
 But now who really gives a fuck
 She's gonna...
 Tell everybody how she's so much better
 Let us know how she pulled it all together
 Never letting those hands back in her sweater again...
 Again...
 You wanna be a catastrophe
 You wanna see things that nobody wants to see
 Daddies little public enemy
 You fucking CUNT