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Description
It's never anything new, the faces change,
But it's the same old stories again and again,
Cliques and parties and second hand kisses,
They think they're so different; same again,
Pretty little anarchists fight sluts and princesses.

It's just a game we play,
A teenage right of way,
Everybody thinks they've got it worse,
Than everybody else,
In their bedrooms with the doors locked,
Listening to their heavy metal and rock,
Do they even know what pain is?

They've got their cliques but look a little closer,
They're all the fucking same, (don't tell them)
That would ruin the game.
They hate you and you hate them
Same old stories again and again.

It's just a game we play,
A teenage right of way,
Everybody thinks they've got it worse,
Than everybody else,
In their bedrooms with the doors locked,
Listening to their heavy metal and rock,
No clue about the real world.

Alcohol fuelled romances,
Black leather; sexy dances,
Bitching and kicking and general mayhem,
Welcome to this silly game we play,
Our fucking teenage right of way,
We swear, we scream, we're persecuted.

It's just a game we play,
A teenage right of way,
Everybody thinks they've got it worse,
Than everybody else,
In their bedrooms with the doors locked,
Listening to their heavy metal and rock,
Come on honey, time to see the real world.
I'd love to see how you'd cope with the real world.

Just a silly game we play
Again and Again
And Again.

Description
It's never anything new, the faces change,
But it's the same old stories again and again,
Cliques and parties and second hand kisses,
They think they're so different; same again,
Pretty little anarchists fight sluts and princesses.

It's just a game we play,
A teenage right of way,
Everybody thinks they've got it worse,
Than everybody else,
In their bedrooms with the doors locked,
Listening to their heavy metal and rock,
Do they even know what pain is?

They've got their cliques but look a little closer,
They're all the fucking same, (don't tell them)
That would ruin the game.
They hate you and you hate them
Same old stories again and again.

It's just a game we play,
A teenage right of way,
Everybody thinks they've got it worse,
Than everybody else,
In their bedrooms with the doors locked,
Listening to their heavy metal and rock,
No clue about the real world.

Alcohol fuelled romances,
Black leather; sexy dances,
Bitching and kicking and general mayhem,
Welcome to this silly game we play,
Our fucking teenage right of way,
We swear, we scream, we're persecuted.

It's just a game we play,
A teenage right of way,
Everybody thinks they've got it worse,
Than everybody else,
In their bedrooms with the doors locked,
Listening to their heavy metal and rock,
Come on honey, time to see the real world.
I'd love to see how you'd cope with the real world.

Just a silly game we play
Again and Again
And Again.