Long Live Teen Spirit

She's seventeen, not the prom queen
Her days are numbered, nights without dreams
She wakes up to a nightmare that no one else sees
Nobody listens to her silent screams

CHORUS
Long live teen spirit
Adrenaline laced misfit
Tarnished twenty-four carat
Proud authority fears it

She smokes a pack of Reds a day
And steals the money used to pay
Her addictive personality
Is reflected in the ashtray

As music blares, smoke fills the air
Mom's in jail, dad's not there
She pretends not to care that she's going nowhere
Cause she's got a guitar and an unanswered prayer

Sleepless nights and drunken fights
Spent fighting for uncivil rights
Her bags are packed to leave tonight
Destination: Limelight