Degenerate - Screeching Weasel

In your beady eyes

I don’t make the scene

Well, you’re right if being part

Of your teenage soap opera’s

What you mean

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, degenerate

Encapsulated with all the other creeps

In another lame quest to be

This month’s kings of the shit heap

Well, I’ve got a life

I’m simply having fun

But I can’t take part

'Cause I can’t go back

When the game is done

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, degenerate

Reality doesn’t mean a fucking thing

Out here in candy land

It’s all about street creds dropping names

Sucking up and shaking hands

I never knew which way to go

But I know that way is for the chumps

Go back to church and school and work

And leave this degenerate, degenerate, degenerate alone

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, yeah yeah

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, yeah yeah

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, yeah yeah

Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, yeah yeah