Title: Testosterone Makes The World Go 'Round
Artist: Death By Stereo
Composer(s): Efrem Schultz, Jim Miner, Todd Henning, Dan Palmer, Paul Miner
Lyric:
In this great catastrophe
The evils of our world collide
You're forced to stand alone
And survive
You against the world
As they conquer and divide
A passive nod or a smile
As they casually walk by
A spit and gesture of disgust
As they turn the other way
American teenage bullshit
At one point it's got to stop
But it's how I feel today
Everytime I see a cop
Everytime someone gets pushed around
Sometimes I like to pop
When I see you on the dance floor
I'd like to pluck you from the crop
A gesture of disgust
As they turn the other way
Part of me hopes they turn around
And another wants to ignore
Sometimes out of pure hatred
The other to kill the bore
In this great catastrophe
The evils of our world collide
The evils of our world collide
American teenage bullshit
At one point it's got to stop
But it's how I feel today
Everytime I see a cop
Everytime someone gets pushed around
Sometimes I like to pop
When I see you on the dance floor
I'd like to pluck you from the crop
American teenage bullshit
At one point it's got to stop
But it's how I feel today
Everytime I see a cop
Everytime someone gets pushed around
Sometimes I like to pop
When I see you on the dance floor
I'd like to pluck you from the crop
Go home
Please, go home
Go, go
American teenage bullshit
At one point it's got to stop
But it's how I feel today
Everytime I see a cop
Everytime someone gets pushed around
Sometimes I like to pop
When I see you on the dance floor
I'd like to pluck you from the crop
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