Dead at 17- Dead at 17
Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream
When your 17
Everyday is a holiday, All the way is the only way
TNT and a side of fries, Insanity canà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â't be sanitized
Thereà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's other things that Ià  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â'd rather do
Fuel to burn and IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â'm coming through
I let the fumes go to my head
Either way I think IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â'm dead at 17
Dead at 17- Dead at 17
Life is so obscene and no it aint a dream
When your 17 Dead at 17- Dead at 17
Lost in between and no it aint a dream when you r 17
IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â'm at war with humanity, Live in this world of stupidity
IÃ Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â Ã Â'm so annoyed with everything, I growing into a big nothing
I donà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â't care about the state in, A snot-nose punk who just canà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â't win
An angry misfit thatà  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â's seeing red, But either way I think Ià  à  à  à  à  à  à  à Â'm dead at 17
I feel like shit, I need something to smash, I need something to hit
I feel like shit, and the voices in my head say there something to it