I wanna go where the trouble begins
And the morning after smells just like a dirty ashtray
Oh, give me shame, lock me in the shower
The penitentiary, elementary school for losers
If this is how it's gonna end, then it feels alright Baby, let's get sick again
* We're hell raisers, death wish cravers We're running with razor blades
Party favors, sex with strangers We don't care what the neighbors say
Well, this is how it's gonna end 'Cause it feels alright Baby, let's get sick again
We're crawling out of the dead man's bed
Well, we don't wanna know Well, we don't wanna know
I'm killing myself just to live
Well, we don't wanna go Well, we don't wanna go