You were right
When you suggested
I was looking for some feeling
That wasn't to be found
Except for in the pages
And poetry of ages
All that teenage fury
I hope you wrote that down
I admit that
At the start it shook me
I confess, it took me
Several months of fury
To burn that city down
But now that I am older
My blood seems to run colder
And I don't get that feeling
When you are around
In it's stead, I have steady hands
And in it's place, I am making plans
And in the space where I used to spit and scream
There is measurement of temperament
I cultivate my teenage dreams
So again, into the fray
Again, go see you play
Again, just drum and bass
Again, your perfect face
But I don't care about the future
And all I can say to you
Is I don't want to hurt you
And I don't think that you do
Want for me to search you
For your teenage fury
Now that we are grown
So it stands, a monument
Still there
The same thing, self aware
Just shadows in the dark
My favourite work of art
I think it's finished
Shall we hang it in the gallery?
All that teenage fury
Of my very own
Of my very own
Of my very own
Of my very own
I begin by saying You were right When you suggested I was looking for some feeling That wasn't to be found Except for in the pages And poetry of ages All that teenage fury I hope you wrote that down I admit that At the start it shook me I confess, it took me Several months of fury To burn that city down But now that I am older My blood seems to run colder And I don't get that feeling When you are around In it's stead, I have steady hands And in it's place, I am making plans And in the space where I used to spit and scream There is measurement of temperament I cultivate my teenage dreams So again, into the fray Again, go see you play Again, just drum and bass Again, your perfect face But I don't care about the future And all I can say to you Is I don't want to hurt you And I don't think that you do Want for me to search you For your teenage fury Now that we are grown So it stands, a monument Still there The same thing, self aware Just shadows in the dark My favourite work of art I think it's finished Shall we hang it in the gallery? All that teenage fury Of my very own Of my very own Of my very own Of my very own Explain Request ×
Lyrics taken from
/lyrics/w/washington/teenage_fury.html
