When I grew up, well it felt great,
I watched how others took their fate,
Some felt afraid and undefended, so they got mean
And they pretended what they knew made them belong
more than you,
I'm sure you know there's lots to learn,
But that's not your fault, that's just your turn, yeah yeah
Teenagers kick our butts, tell us what the future will bring,
Teenagers look at us, we have not solved everything.
We drink and smoke to numb our pain,
We read junk novels on the plane.
We use authority for show so we can be a little smarter.
We still can grow, and many do,
It's when we stop, we can't reach you,
We feel the loss, we feel the blame,
We're scared to lose, don't be the same, hey hey,
Teenagers kick our butts, tell us what the future will bring,
Teenagers look at us, we have not solved everything.
The hometown brought its hero in
to speak at the highschool gym,
He took a breath, he took a chance,
he strode up in leather pants,
And...said..."Gee thanks...but
I'm here today because I fought for what I felt
and what I thought,
They put me down, they were just wrong,
And now it's they who don't belong, oh oh
Teenagers kick our butts, tell us what the future will bring,
Teenagers look at us, we have not solved everything."
And when the media try to act your age,
Don't be seduced, they're full of rage.
Find your voice, do what it takes,
Make sure you make lots of mistakes,
To find the future that redeems,
Give us hell, give us dreams.
And grow and grow and grow,
And someday when the teenagers come to kick your butts,
Well then like I do, try to
Love (kick our butts)
Love (kick our butts)
Oh I love (kick our butts).
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