Teksty: Floorpunch. Washted Up at 18.

Washed up at eighteen
I don't owe anything to you
You get no respect, never paid your dues
You see it now as a waste of time
Don't look down on me
What you had you were given
You were never part of our scene

I hope you enjoyed your little stay
I've seen kids like you before

Don't even bother saying goodbye
I'll help you with the door