Cage - Teenage Hands lyrics

[Female Voice:] So I think, my dad is like, starting to trip out... Like because of the age difference and all I mean, I don't give a f** but... But whatever he was threatening to kick me out... [Verse 1: Cage] Picked you up late after school All your friends think I'm uber cool Beat down dudes that treat you cold Not too tough to f** up a seventeen year old Your daddy asked me my age in front of you Lied through my teeth and said I'm twenty two [Hook:] Your little teenage hands Your little teenage hands Your little teenage hands Your stupid little teenage hands [Verse 2: Cage] Line them up give em a gun cook their brain Cut their hair down and make em look the same Now you're in the business of shootin' Arabs Two years ago you were truth or darin' Kissin' on the neck and squeezin' the hand Like the lungs in your chest tryin' to breathe in sand Knife in your stomach and they shut the van door So you can find out they got special plans for... [Hook:] Your little teenage hands Your little teenage hands Your little teenage hands Your stupid little teenage hands