Teenage Wastebasket - Beck

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