When I Was A Little Girl

(album: Watoosh! - 1999)

Another F again I fret
Another cocky hypocrite
Another dirty look from a passer by
Kiddie porn and lunatics
And all the things that make me sick
Another suicide from a sad rock star

So get the fuck out of my face
And disappear without a trace
You annoying little prick
I'll reach into my bag of tricks
And pull out a hand grenade
Your machoism fades away
But I will not pull out the pin
'Cause that's mean!

With judgment day not far way
You're surfing all your days away
And I don't know who to blame
Is it me or is it you?
Violent death and viruses
And lack thereof, of consciousness
Another shitty song on the radio

I'll kick the teeth out of your face
I killed the cat there's no more chase
You push on me I'll push you back
So come on girls, let's go attack
'Cause this is it I've had my fill
Don't find yourself inside a pill
But I will not pull out my gun
'Cause I don't own one!

Why can't you just let me be, said
Why can't you just let me be, said
Why can't you just let me be, said
Why can't you just let me be
So why can't you just let me be, said
Why can't you just let me be
Why can't you just let me be
Why can't you let me