miss america loves dirty jeans
and trash that she finds on the street
i love bad girls that ride motorbikes
i love the sound of college parties at night

and hell tastes like "fuck you" and "everything's fine"
yeah, it smells like teenage suicide
and your seventeen candles shine the burning question
"do i live or do i die?"

and there's treasure hiding under garbage bags
takes forever to go digging through the graves
but i'll quickly take my clothes off and go dancing in the rain
x will mark the spot that caused you this pain

i'm gonna be all the archetypes in one:
prom queen, straight a valedictorian,
fucked up, gay ass, drunk, white trash,
bourgeois, and burn the school to ash

'cause i barely remember what it was like to be
young and restless and seventeen
'cause there was only ever one thing on my mind— the burning question
"do i live or do i die?"

and there's treasure hiding under garbage bags
takes forever to go digging through the graves
but i'll quickly take my clothes off and go dancing in the rain
x will mark the spot that caused you this pain

sick and tired, i'm nearly a hundred
cry and cry over something so stupid

'cause life tastes like "fuck you" and "everything's fine"
yeah, it smells like teenage suicide
and my seventeen candles shine the burning question...

and there's treasure hiding under garbage bags
takes forever to go digging through the graves
but i'll quickly take my clothes off and go dancing in the rain
x will mark the spot that caused you this pain

and my seventeen candles shine the burning question
"do i live or do i die?"