Well I know where you're going when you say
That my friends have gotten to your head, yeah, alright
And you can't even walk a straight line
And you don't seem too concerned that he's touching your thighs
Yeah that's alright
Don't it seem like we're still changing
Eighteen's still too young for fame
And she says"wait a minute
Your antichrist blues are making me shiver, alright"
Yeah, she's alright
And she says"I could use one
Just below my waist, so don't make me wait all night"
Yeah she's alright
Well, I know that you're two years older
But we can just knock around till we're sober
And I don't really care what your friends think of me
I'll say fuck right off if they ask me if I'm as queer
As I appear
Bloodstained sheets and broken dreams
End of schoolboy fantasies
And she says"wait a minute
Your antichrist blues are making me shiver, alright"
Yeah, she's alright
And she says"I could use one
Just below my waist, so don't make me wait all night"
Yeah she's alright
And she says"wait a minute
Your antichrist blues are making me shiver, alright"
Yeah she's alright
And she says"I could use one
Just below my waist, now don't make me wait all night"
Yeah she's alright
And she says"wait a minute
Your antichrist blues are making me shiver, alright"
Yeah she's alright
And she says"I could use one
Just below my waist, so don't make me wait all night"
Yeah she's alright
Yeah, she's alright
Yeah, she's alright
Yeah, she's alright
She's alright
Yeah, she's alright
She's alright
Yeah she's alright
Yeah she's alright