Lyrics

I scream all the way to the chair And in the face of tanks Take the stairway to the stairs And I scream thanks Fake snakes and mock crocs And killers cut my throat That's me in the callbox Stepping out of my coat I found a reason for living Everyday I die I was a teenage werewolf Or was I Fall off trains Torture dames Just to keep in the swim I get slain on memory lane And the people say "oh it's him" Easy money play hard to get Those love toys to amuse The non-doctors penthouse pets Who drink champagne from shoes Walk in rooms and outta rooms That's my cup of tea I seen the world I didn't like it What's in it for me Invisible girls go haywire I'll be their go-go guy I was a teenage werewolf Or was I Murder victims talk to me Detectives come and go Their dangling receivers Tell me all I need to know We only live once or do we Take advice from Mickey Spillane Me hood Nazi blood brother Never give the right name Those dead delicious nudes They hang around the necks Moving raincoat By the sliding doors of discotheques Where boys are boys girls are toys Not programmed to reply I was a teenage werewolf Or was I
Writer(s): John Cooper Clarke, Stephen Hopkins, Martin Hannett Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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