Teenage Poetry - Suburban Kids With Biblical Names

The hungry dogs are gathering

Scratching at your door

They don’t suit our stories

On this the door

The cats are drowned in whiskey

The chill is coming in

The voices are the people

It gets within

I see the pirates gathering

The people’s going down

There’s nothing here to find out

Where I can make you come around

And all that they are saying

Are bitter and not true

You’re gonna drown

I’m gonna stop my drinking

And move into a cabin

And stop writing teenage poetry

It’s kinda funny when I start thinking

Took some time before I believed in

All those papers I’ve written through the years

I’m gonna stop my drinking

And move into a cabin

And stop writing teenage poetry

It’s kinda funny when I start thinking

Took some time before I believed in

All those papers I’ve written through the years