Innocent

Oh, Johnny wishes he was famous

Spends his time alone in the basement

With Lennon and Cobain and

A guitar and a stereo



And while he wishes he could escape this

But it all seems so contagious

Not to be yourself and faceless

In a song that has no soul



I remember feeling low

I remember losing hope

And I remember all the feelings and the day they stopped



We are, we are all innocent

We are all innocent

We are, we are...



We are, we are all innocent

We are all innocent

We are, we are...



Oh, Tina's losing faith and what she knows

Hates her music hates all of her clothes

Thinks of surgery and a new nose

Every calorie is of war



And while she wishes she was a dancer

And that she