Teenage Culture

My teacher always told me, I should get some rest I gotta be a prodigy for that Monday morning test But I said, "Miss, good luck, you better wish me the best" Just before I dozed off and went back to bed See, I'll be munching on the biscuits at the back of the room Whilst Johnny's on ket and Jed's on shrooms And then there's Katie all ketted, Keira doing balloons I see the lads, they're sticking stuff up their nose at noon It's the teenage culture Pain is pimples, acupuncture Bleeding lips and numbness ulcers And misleading infrastructure Got your paperclips and clingers And your SoundCloud rapper singers Filter papers, riz and ringers Adolescents and beginners How we can't sleep, see the morning sun With our small talk 'til our days are done Try to hibernate when we try to run And up again 'fore the morning sun Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip Got your brandy breath and your liquor lips So, speech is slurred after just one sip Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip It's time for Monday morning games, guess we must abide No composure on the pitch, it's just the five-a-side But the goalie's pretty shit and ball-to-hand collide It's the hand of God, the ref' just let it slide Now Miss is bribing us with stickers Oh, could she get any thicker? But with liquor, we'd consider Not the ten-year-olds in kickers 'Cause how we wanted to be older That's what we always told her So chin up fallen soldier We're just trying to stay sober It's the teenage culture Pain is pimples, acupuncture Bleeding lips and numbness ulcers And misleading infrastructure Got your paper clips and clingers And your SoundCloud rapper singers Filter papers, riz and ringers Adolescents and beginners How we can't sleep, see the morning sun With our small talk 'til our days are done Try to hibernate when we try to run And up again 'fore the morning sun Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip Got your brandy breath and your liquor lips So, speech is slurred after just one sip Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip It's time for independent reading, got my Biff and Chip I swapped the water for whiskey 'bout to take a sip So then my teacher takes a look and tells me, "Get a grip" But now the class is looking boring, "All right Miss, in a bit" She says, "Come back to your seat, I'll let your parents know" So I put on a little limp, "Miss, I hurt my toe" She says, "All right to the nurse then, you'd better go" I'm not heading to the nurse, now that was quite a show It's the teenage culture Pain is pimples, acupuncture Bleeding lips and numbness ulcers And misleading infrastructure Got your paper clips and clingers And your SoundCloud rapper singers Filter papers, riz and ringers Adolescents and beginners How we can't sleep, see the morning sun With our small talk 'til our days are done Try to hibernate when we try to run And up again 'fore the morning sun Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip Got your brandy breath and your liquor lips So, speech is slurred after just one sip Bedtime blues with your Biff and Chip