POSH POSH BOYS Ewy

[Verse 1]
Fingers too tired to play the guitar
Legs too sore to pop my board
Blackberry, back where he thought I took
A nasty gash from a leafy hook
Brain busy installing new updates
I crashed two times just like yesterday
I cried with tears, "I didn’t lie,"
With purple marks on either side
Easy to control, when you have no thoughts
Easy to police when you have no brawn
I tried to hide with spit and fingers
A broken shred of feeling lingers

[Chorus]
I feel like being misused
Feeling the skin against my bones
The releasing of hormones
I feel like being shackled down
Dragged by a horse through town
I'm more than just worn down I'm feeling

[Verse 2]]
Posh posh boys with electric guitars
A set of new mics and tube amplifier
Oh, I'm so cute
A baby
A honey
I got a record deal with daddy’s fucking money
Posh posh boys with the brand new bass
A mullet on their head and a smooth baby face
Oh, I'm so indie
A punk, or grunge
I'm better than the girls and I like to shoot my guns