Adolescents
Adolescents self-titled (aka “The Blue Album”) Released in 1981
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I Hate Children – 1:44 Who Is Who – 1:22 Wrecking Crew – 2:06 L.A. Girl – 1:46 Self Destruct – 0:47 Kids Of The Black Hole – 5:26 No Way – 2:00 Amoeba – 3:02 Word Attack – 1:05 Rip It Up – 2:10 Democracy – 2:07 No Friends – 2:29 Creatures – 1:57 |
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“I Hate Children”
Another child born to the house - I hate children
Raise him right so he won’t be a mouse - I hate children
I hate it when they make lots of noise - I hate children
And i broke my neck tripping over their toys - I hate children
Chorus:
Shut your mouth you stupid little brat
what you need’s a smack smack smack
If i had my way I’d give you all away
I hate the crying that they make - I hate children
Screaming and whining for a piece of cake - I hate Children
I hate getting up late at night - I hate children
To Check and see if the crying baby’s alright - I hate children
[Chorus]
Now you’re had you little monstrous kid - I hate children
It’s of you that I’ll be rid - I hate children
Do you see this toy it’s called a gun - I hate children
And if you wanna live you’d better run - I hate children
[Chorus]
I hate children - I hate children
I hate children - I hate children
Kill all children dead
“Who Is Who”
My friends call me enemy ’cause they’re a fucking joke
They’d better get their act together it’s time that they awoke
I’m cast out by my relatives ’cause they don’t want me around
I just sit in a corner and I don’t make a sound - Not one word
The walls are closing in on me
I don’t know what to do
Please tell me who is who - Tell me who is who - Tell me who is who
Policemen are my friends so why do they always stare
Raid our clubs bust out parties condemned for short hair
Teachers are my friends so why do they make me stand
In front of a class of gawking fools who’ll never understand - They’ll never understand
The world around me falls apart
I don’t know what to do
Please tell me who is who - Tell me who is who - Tell me who is who
“Wrecking Crew”
There’s nothing to do
Excitement level zero
I can’t find a girl
‘Cause they’re all out chasing heroes
We’re just a wrecking crew bored boys with nothing to do
Alone in a corner of a room with a knife
Better ways out than taking your life
Home’s not so bad don’t need to run
Come join our primitive ways of fun
We’re just a wrecking crew bored guys with nothing to do
Safety in numbers an enemy to beat
Let’s overturn cars and rip up the street
I’m tired of being a peaceful citizen
Noise and destruction are in my vision
We’re just a wrecking crew bored boys with nothing to do
You’re not all by yourself
You’ve got a few friends
When we become one
The violence never ends
We’re just a wrecking crew bored boys with nothing to do
“L.A. Girl”
We don’t really care if you say we’re too young
We don’t waste our time tanning in the sun
We don’t even care what you know or think
Spoiled rich brat you ain’t so neat
Chorus:
L.A. girl, L.A. world
Don’t tell us how to act
Don’t tell us what to wear
L.A. girl, L.A. world
You didn’t create our scene
We don’t care
We can’t see why
We don’t live our lives
To keep you satisfied
Stuck in your world of dreams again
My life starts where your life ends
You’ve burned out your battery has died
If it wasn’t for O.C. your scene wouldn’t be alive
[Chorus]
We don’t really care if you say we’re too young
We don’t waste our time tanning in the sun
We don’t even care what you know or think
Spoiled rich brat you ain’t so neat
[Chorus]
I’m bored of the sleazy make-up
You’d fuck any guy in town
Your life’s a total mess-up
Why the hell do you hang around
L.A. girl you bring me down
L.A. girl, L.A. world
Don’t tell us how to act
Don’t tell us what to wear
L.A. girl, L.A. world
“Self Destruct”
Looking back on stupid things I’ve said
Was that really me or was I misled
Not even a smile ’cause it’s been done before
And you don’t think it’s funny anymore
Crying I’m sorry I’m out of my head
End up fixing junk instead
Taken too much got nothing to give
Got no reason left to live
Stupid kid you don’t really know
But I’m a time bomb ready to go
Is it really fair it’s not up to you to decide
But hitting your arm is slow suicide
Crying I’m sorry I’m out of my head
End up fixing junk instead
Taken too much got nothing to give
Got no reason left to live
“Kids of The Black Hole”
No sound is heard from unit two
When there was once so much to do
Was once a green mansion, but now it’s a wasteland
Our days of wreckless fun are through
GO!
Kids in a fast lane living for today
No rules to abide by and no one to obey
Sex, drugs and fun is their only thought and care
Another swig of brew another overnight affair
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole
Messages and slogans are the primary decor
History’s recorded in a clutter on the floor
Inhabitants that searched the grounds for roaches or spare change
Another night of chaos is so easy to arrange
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole
The nights of birthdays
The nights of fun
The nights of endless drinking
The nights of violence
The nights of noise
The nights that had to end for good, still not understood, by the girls and boys
Carefree in their actions as for morals they had none
When the girls were horny who would be the lucky ones?
Pushing all the limits to a point of no return
Trashed beyond belief to show the kids don’t wanna learn
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
House of the filthy, house not a home
House of destruction where the lurkers roamed
House that belonged to all the homeless kids
Kids of the black hole
“No Way”
No class, no job
I’m just a victim of society a slob
No ass, no head
I gotta go home and jack off instead
No mind, no kind
My brain is jelly and my memory is blind
No way, no way
I cannot live in a world this gay
“Amoeba”
We are scientists in the lab
Looking through a microscope
Those little glass slides they never lie
How can this small mind cope?
I’ve never seen anything like it before
This amoeba’s got a mind of it’s own
But don’t turn your back you stupid science world
This is reaching for the telephone
A one celled creature a one celled thing
It hardly knows it’s alive
You’re better off dead if you only knew
Your growing life is taking a dive
I’ve never seen anything like it before
This amoeba’s got a mind of it’s own
But don’t turn your back you stupid science world
This is reaching for the telephone
“Word Attack”
I’m not paranoid - don’t/they
No I’m not afraid - stop/won’t
But I sometimes wonder - fight/win
What is on your mind - back
Chorus:
The gun in your hand is the gun at my head
The gun in your hand is the gun at my head
The gun in your hand is the gun at my head
The gun in your hand is gonna kill me dead
We’ll attack, we’ll attack
We’ll attack, we’ll attack
We’ll attack, we’ll attack
We’ll attack, we’ll attack
Got me running into walls - don’t/they
Say good things - stop/won’t
Say bad things - fight/win
Because you’re unpredictable - back
[Chorus]
Do you wanna die - no
Do you wanna die - no
Do you wanna die - no
I don’t wanna die
[Chorus]
“Rip It Up”
Like Clockwork Orange a bit of twenty on one
Breaking heads well that don’t sound like much fun
Is that your only way of getting kicks
By breaking heads you can’t fix
Do you think you’re tough
Because you rip it up
Gotta rip it up
Do you gotta rip it up
Gotta rip it up
Gotta rip it up
I’ve had enough of violence
Just to kill boredom makes no sense
We’re not the background for your stupid fights
Get out of the darkness it’s time to unite
Do you think you’re tough
Because you rip it up
Gotta rip it up
Gotta rip it up
Gotta rip it up
Gotta rip it up
Gotta rip it up
“Democracy”
Is this what you call democracy?
They’re killing us, and you’re killing me
Now I know better, now I can see
That I don’t wanna be in democracy
Now is the time for us to strike
Do we know what we’re doing? Have we set things right?
They’re leading us into World War Three
And this what you call democracy
It’s a cry for no government, a cry to be free
And I don’t see freedom in democracy
Democrat, Republican, or Libertarian
Do you really care what party you’re in?
Did you really think you could make it big
Living among these nuclear pigs
If you didn’t know you’ll never see
We’re too far gone for democracy
Look whats it’s done to you and me…
Democracy is not for me…
“No Friends”
So your hair’s bleached white now
It’s in to put Orange County down
Hanging out with L.A. sleaze well
Go ahead and push us we don’t want you around
Sang for the Slashers you told Hermosa Beach
So you used to be a surfer in Huntington Beach
You’re a liar if you follow all trends
Get out of here asshole, you’ve got no friends
Just cling to the scene
But not when everybody knows what you are
Where are you gonna go next?
I hear San Francisco’s second best
You’ve got no friends…
Do you think you’re real tough with those locks and chains?
You know we want to use them to beat on your brains
Show up in Fullerton with blue dye on your head
You stupid fucker, I wish you were dead
Sang for the Slashers you told Hermosa Beach
So you used to be a surfer in Huntington Beach
You’re a liar if you follow a trend
Get out of here asshole, you’ve got no friends
Just cling to the scene
But not when everybody knows what you are
Where are you gonna go next?
I hear San Francisco’s second best
You’ve got no friends!
“Creatures”
I’m not accepted by my peers - so what
I could care less about the queers - they’re fucked
The chicks are hot and full of cheers - pleasers
They say “no” so I jerk white tears - teasers
Chorus:
I hate them all - creatures
I hate all them - creatures
I hate them all - creatures
I do not act or dress the same - hopeless
I do not fit inside their frame - or class
Oh can’t they see that they are lame - no heads
That they’re just tokens of my game - pieces
[Chorus]
I’m not accepted by my peers - so what
I could care less about the queers - they’re fucked
The chicks are hot and full of cheers - pleasers
They say “no” so I jerk white tears - teasers
[Chorus]
I hate them all - creatures
I hate them all - creatures
I hate them all - creatures
I hate them all
Album credits: Frontier Records
Vocals - Tony Cadena
Bass - Steve Soto
Guitar, Backing Vocals - Rikk Agnew
Guitar - Frank Agnew
Drums, Backing Vocals - Casey Royer
Backing Vocals - Danny Benair , Jeff Beans
Engineer, Mixed By - Thom Wilson
Photography (Insert - Glen E. Friedman , Jery Liolios , Larry Rainwater
Artwork / Design - Diane Zincavage
Producer, Backing Vocals - Mike Patton
