When troubled home-
makers won’t leave you alone,
You find it most appropriate to call me
Plead, "Baby please,
You’re my release
Don’t you think it’s your fault I’m in this anyway?"
I don’t know why I
Even bother getting out of bed
When I know how you lie.
I'd fall for it a million times
You use me freely and I think I know why
Cause I'm a
Toy rebel
You can put me on your shelf,
Channel all your angst through me and
Make me hate myself
Toy rebel
No one tells me what to do
It’s just us against the world
Or maybe it’s just you
Switchblade fantasies
Greasers on TV
Project their cliches all over me
Streetwise deceit,
Opioid retreats,
You want to see me succumb to my grief
Let me light up my molotov,
Maybe bash a skull?
Break a window?
You want a self destructive debutante,
Don't fret, darling, there’s nothing I’m not!
I’m a toy rebel,
You can put me on your shelf
Channel all your angst through me
Make me hate myself
Toy rebel
No one tells me what to do
It’s just us against the world
Or maybe it’s just you
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