More Problems

You were once a nice suburban girl Until mom and dad gave you their special love You wanted to tell them something personal But the exact words you couldn't think of So you cut and dyed your hair During an overdose of parental advice Now they're wondering where they went wrong And what happened to the friends they liked Now you're a punk rocker With another set of problems How to come up with money to feed yourself Now you're one rude punk rocker Hair dyed and tattoos everywhere There's no going back you realize But you wish it could be better Your drinking all your problems away With goons who treat you like shit For a while you enjoyed it But you keep thinking there's more than this Now you're a punk rocker With another set of problems How to enjoy yourself without losing it You say you've got your life tied up But is it with something around your arm? You know everything you need to know But is it just enough to keep you outta harm? You say you know what you want But will getting it be that easy? Your enjoying yourself you say But wasn't it more easy when you had more opportunities? Now you're a punk rocker With a shit load of problems Who you gonna turn to When your life gets smashed in?