Punk Weed

 My head hurts with all the shit they say on TV
Obnoxious and positively obscene
If I could get away with that
I'd tell some interesting lies
And burn all of « Elle » and « An An » magazines.
                       (and I'd do it live)
So I guess I'm happy now...

Riding on the train, not talking to each other
Reminds me of that time
When I made a friend on the schoolbus
And we never spoke again.
Her name must have been Jennifer
Like all the boring girls,
Can't remember a single face
But I guess I'm happy now
Until I know better.

     I'm a punk weed
     Growing in a field of flowers
     I'm still shedding petals
     But I swear I'm getting better.
     I swear to keep my private point of view
     I'll stir the magic alive
     And poke it in the eye until it's rotten.
     So I guess I'm happy now...
           ...'Cause I don't know better anyway.

Chewing on mint, running in the rain,
Walking barefoot in the street, all alone
These are some of the things I do
To avoid going home.
                 (to no avail, obviously)

     I'm a punk weed
     Growing in a field of flowers
     I'm still shedding petals
     But I swear I'm gonna get much better.
     I swear to keep my private point of view
     But still let you in from time to time ;
     I'll stir the magic alive
     And poke it in the eye until it's rotten.
     So I guess I'm happy now...
           ...'Cause I don't know better anyway !