mean to teens

Being a teen in the twenty first century

Is like being locked in a big penitentiary

All we do for five days of seven

Is sit here and think what's six plus eleven

Seventeen, when my dad was that young

If he said something like that his bell would get rung

I don't know why you have to fight our style

We've all got our opinions and yours is in the next isle

Everybody has a stereotype on us now

Wether we're a thief or liar, holy cow

so next time don't be so mean 

Until you've walked in the shoes of a twenty first century teen