Crust Punk Queen - Tor Miller

You are into the wild

Always a wild child

The pulse of their lives is too calm and mild

No structured living

No plans to walk down the aisle

Parents wish for college

Though you’d think they’re in denial

They wouldn’t vote you queen of the homecoming

Though you didn’t really want to be

Organized sports and much counselling

Pushed you over, sent you packing

Crust punk queen

Left mom and dad when you were 17

And tore up those jet black jeans

Hopped on a train into a troubled scene

With all the trust fund drug fiends

Who don’t care about the

Don’t seem to care about the American dream

Who don’t care about the American dream

From my own prison I hear my stomach grumble

My father’s footsteps are so far apart that I could stumble

I see who walks upon the cracks of the concrete jungle

I wish I could just fall apart so you would help me crumble

They wouldn’t vote you queen of the homecoming

Though you didn’t really want to be

Organized sports and much counselling

Pushed you over, sent you packing

Crust punk queen

Left mom and dad when you were 17

And tore up those jet black jeans

Hopped on a train into a troubled scene

With all the trust fund drug fiends

Who don’t care about the

Don’t seem to care about the American dream

Who don’t care about the

Don’t seem to care about the American dream

Who don’t care about the American dream

Mom and dad this little hell which hangs over my head

And I know it’s gonna show up once again

Mom and dad I need a little more money to get by

And I promise that this shit is gonna end

And when the fog clears look in my eyes I’ll be

Coming home once again

Crust punk queen

Left mom and dad when you were 17

And tore up those jet black jeans

Hopped on a train into a troubled scene

With all the trust fund drug fiends

Who don’t care about the

Don’t seem to care about the American dream

Who don’t care about the

Don’t seem to care about the American dream

Who really cares about the American dream