Teenage Wastebasket

She is a teenage wastebasket Paddling up the river in a casket Trying to experience everything at least once Life is a commercial for being fucked up I know she's not saying much She's walking backwards and into the dust Socks don't matter, teeth are turning green Opinions are forming Her mother is proud to be dead Her dad is break dancing underneath the bed She's got lipstick scrawled across her forehead Saying, "Please destroy me" She found the thrill on top of the hill Now she's choking on the punk rock pill 'Cause it all boils down To a casually pathetic future --- Teenage Wastebasket - Beck