More songs by My Chemical Romance
Description
Guitar Technician: Andrew "Hans" Busher
Drums, Percussion: Bob Bryar
Producer: Bob Bryar
Production Co- Ordinator: Cheryl Jenets
Mixing Engineer: Chris Lord-Alge
Unknown: Chris Steffen
Horns Arranger: David Campbell
Strings Arranger: David Campbell
Rhythm Guitar: Frank Iero
Producer: Frank Iero
Backing Vocals: Frank Iero
Producer: Gerard Way
Lead Vocals: Gerard Way
Hammond B3 Organ: Jamie Muhoberac
Synthesizer, Wurlitzer: Jamie Muhoberac
Assistant Engineer: Jimmy Hoyson
Assistant Engineer: Jon Herroon
Assistant Mixing Engineer: Keith Armstrong
Pro Tools: Lars Fox
Drum Technician: Mike "Sack" Fasano
Bass Guitar: Mikey Way
Producer: Mikey Way
Lead Guitar: Ray Toro
Producer: Ray Toro
Backing Vocals: Ray Toro
Additional Piano: Rob Cavallo
Producer: Rob Cavallo
Mastering Engineer: Ted Jensen
Guitar Technician: Tyler Dragness
Writer: Frank Anthony Iero
Writer: Gerard Arthur Way
Writer: Michael James Way
Writer: Raymond Toro
Writer: Robert Cory Bryar
Lyrics and translation
Original
They're gonna clean up your looks with all the lies in the books to make a citizen out of you.
Because they sleep with a gun and keep an eye on you, son, so they can watch all the things you do.
Because the drugs never work, they're gonna give you a smirk 'cause they got methods of keeping you clean.
They're gonna rip up your heads, your aspirations to shreds, another cog in the murder machine.
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me.
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose.
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.
The boys and girls in the clique, the awful names that they stick, you're never gonna fit in much, kid.
But if you're troubled and hurt, what you got under your shirt will make them pay for the things that they did.
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me. They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose.
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.
Oh, yeah.
They said all teenagers scare the living shit out of me.
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose.
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me. All together now. Teenagers scare the living shit out of me.
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose. Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.
Teenagers scare the living shit out of me.
They could care less as long as someone'll bleed.
So darken your clothes or strike a violent pose.
Maybe they'll leave you alone, but not me.