Revival Camp - Teenage Delinquent Lyrics

I have no conscience
'Cause I have no flaws
I have no quarrels with
The man up above
He doesn't exist anyway I don't think
At least I hope he doesn't-
Otherwise I'd be seriously f*cked

A wise man once said
Your love is like a book of bad poetry
Or something like that
He was cool as anybody I'd ever seen
A geek just like me
So relatable, it's all the same
We're all the same I think
In the end
Whether we come from preppy schools
Or live in Chicago downtown suburbs:
We pay our rent

I have no conscience
I have no flaws
I have no quarrels
'Cause I'm a perfect f*cking piece of ass

You say you love the Beach Boys
I bet you can't name one of their records
Other than maybe Pet Sounds
You pretentious little f*ck
You say you love Kurt Cobain
And his screaming
But you don't know what it sounds like
Outside of Teen Spirit

Where are you now?
I went searching
For something outside of you but
All I could find were traces of you
Outside, everywhere
On the phone
On the home
In my head
I'm so scared
Without you I think I'm losing it
I'm cracking up for sure

Are you Sandler?
Are you Amanda?
You don't know how to work it
Oh no no no no no no!
Grow up!
Get a job!
Fight the mob!
Be a man
Have a plan
Have a wife and a home and a daughter and a son and dog and 401k
But it's party time in the big city
Big lines, big drinking, big fun times
You're on the edge now
You're on the edge so
You don't know how to do anything else
You're just a kid