Too Young to Die, Too Drunk to Live

Chemical kids lost in the street Looking for some kind of saviour Perverted minds lead them like sheep Into the slaughter they have to face Too young to die, too drunk to live As they follow in the path of believers before them Too young to die, but there won't be too long to live Daddy's princess fixes her hair Powders her nose from the inside Smokes in the car, drinks her last beer Soon she'll be ready for one more day Head for the classroom and to hell But the clock upon the wall Holds the blind face of freedom There's time to die But she just needs some time to live Years from now, look how they change They're so mature and respected Makes them laugh, they were such fools So unaware of the real live world Honey I'm home, fix me a drink 'Cause it's been a long hard day And the boss drove me crazy Watching the clock On the wall for the happy hour Yeah!