James Booth & The Return - I Was A Teenage Hitman

I Was A Teenage Hitman
I Was A Teenage Thug
I Was A Teenage Windbag
Attention is my drug
I Was A Teenage Hitman
I Was A Teenage Crime
I Was A Teenage Dirtbag
And now I'm craving time
What am I doing here? What is the story
Someone please tell me I'm in the wrong category
It's full of posers, it's full of snobs
Instead of humble pie, they're eating corn on the cob
What's with these people? What is this town
Can someone tell me why I feel so deadly and down
They call me stupid, they call me dumb
To deserve this, to deserve this, oh, God, what have I done
I Was A Teenage Hitman
I Was A Teenage Rake
I Was A Teenage Fraudster
Gave more than I could take
I Was A Teenage Hitman
I Was A Teenage Bum
I Was A Teenage Jackass
Damnation, here I come
This crowd I hang with, we act like pigs
We're not so bad as people but the number's too big
I sing a song of insincerity and slime
They talk about me like I committed some crime
We dance around our problems, Rabia Tarantella
We don't cut loose in fancy shoes lest someone calls me Stella
We kiss a lot; In affection we are smothered
It's the only chance we really get to forget we hate each other
I'd tell you, I'd tell you, I'm having a blast
Through gritted teeth and misty eyes I sell you secure
I'd tell you, I'd tell you, at least I could try
Of something other than this bullshit I endure
I Was A Teenage Hitman
I Was A Teenage Grunt
I Was A Teenage Grifter
On the loose and on the hunt
I Was A Teenage Hitman
I Was A Teenage Bore
I Was A Teenage Misfit
Charity is a chore
I Was A Teenage Hitman
I Was A Teenage Hitman
I Was A Teenage Hitman, baby
I Was A Teenage Hitman, I'll tell ya
I Was A Teenage Hitman, baby
I Was A Teenage Hitman, child
I Was A Teenage Hitman
Hey, Stella
It's been four years now, my youth is faded
I can't remember the last time I've ever felt this jaded
I feel so empty, so insecure
My soul has a disease for which there isn't a cure
I feel unstable, I feel unhealthy
It's like I got hit by a twenty-ton truck
You people better pray I don't get famous or wealthy
Cause if I do I'm burning this place down, you fucks
I'd tell you, I'd tell you, I'm having a blast
Through gritted teeth and misty eyes I sell you secure
I'd tell you, I'd tell you, at least I could try
Of something other than this bullshit I endure
I'd tell you, I'd tell you, my tales of the land
How I found wealth and glory after sailing the sea
I'd tell you, I'd tell you, but it would be lies
Cause now I'm stuck in Hartford, CT
I Was A Teenage Hitman
I Was A Teenage Thug
I Was A Teenage Windbag
I Was A Teenage Bug
I Was A Teenage Hitman
I Was A Teenage Crime
I Was A Teenage Dirtbag
I'll know you all in time
And I'd tell you, I'd tell you, my tales of the land
How I found wealth and glory after sailing the sea
I'd tell you, I'd tell you, but it would be lies
Cause now I'm stuck in Hartford, CT
I'd tell you, I'd tell you, but it would be lies
Cause now I'm stuck in Hartford, CT

Written by:
James Booth

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