Text: Screeching Weasel. How To Make Enemies And Irritate People. Degenerate (ben Weasel).

In your beady eyes
I don't make the scene
Well, you're right if being part
Of your teenage soap opera's
What you mean

Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate

Encapsulated with all the other creeps
In another lame quest to be
This month's kings of the shit heap

Well, I've got a life
I'm simply having fun
But I can't take part
'Cause I can't go back
When the game is done

Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate

Reality doesn't mean a fucking thing
Out here in candy land
It's all about street creds dropping names
Sucking up and shaking hands

I never knew which way to go
But I know that way is for the chumps
Go back to church and school and work
And leave this degenerate, degenerate, degenerate alone

Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, degenerate

Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, yeah yeah
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, yeah yeah

Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, yeah yeah
Degenerate, degenerate
Degenerate, yeah yeah