Teenage Hands - Lyrics - Cage (de)

Picked you up late after school All your friends think I'm uber cool Beat down dudes treat you cold Not too tough to *** up a seventeen year old Your daddy asked me my age in front of you Lied through my teeth, I said I'm twenty-two YOUR LITTLE TEENAGE HANDS YOUR LITTLE TEENAGE HANDS YOUR LITTLE TEENAGE HANDS YOUR STUPID LITTLE TEENAGE HANDS Line 'em up, give 'em a gun, cook their brain Cut their hair down and make them look the same Now you in the business of shooting Arabs Two years ago you were true for daring Kissing on her neck and squeezing her hand Like the lungs in your chest trying to breathe in sand Knife in your stomach and they shut the van door So you can find out they've got special plans for - YOUR LITTLE TEENAGE HANDS YOUR LITTLE TEENAGE HANDS YOUR LITTLE TEENAGE HANDS YOUR STUPID LITTLE TEENAGE HANDS