No Ecstasy

Born to hold your breath, 1979
Growing up in a dollhouse 'neath a beehive 
But you've been wading in them dirty waters 
Since you were thirteen years 
Running with that lonely crowd 
Crying them dirty tears 

Thirteen, broke your last baby tooth 
Fourteen, joined the cigarette youth 
If all roads lead home, you build a new highway
And you run-run-run-run-runaway 

It's the boredom of a bitter age 
That drives them to the arms of a punk rock stage 
I'm sending all my sympathy 
To the sweet little helots of the neglected beat 

Little sister got a new beat

Thirteen, broke your last baby tooth 
Fourteen, joined the cigarette youth 
Lock up the young lovers! 
Keep their bodies covered! 
Somewhere some kid is beating off tonight