Songtext von G.I.

I'll never be cool enough for the G.I. I'll never write anything worth their time I'll never play real enough for the G.I. I'll never be their underground darling Do you think they know I'm faking Do you think they care I've got a life? Look how they want me to beg for permission Hear how they call me a failure when I try I'll never reach the acne demographic I'll never write anything worth their time What can I do Where can I go The G.I. Youth Are in control Are you one of them, well I I want to be one too You better not break down When you're running with the G.I. Youth No brow-beat confession by the teenage militia No big erection, no media whore I'll never play real enough for the G.I. I'm no tragic poet, I'm a bore And when I die I want to come back A thirteen old virgin intact With a mom and a dad who like my boyfriend A room a rehab every weekend