Peso...

Joga...

Ginga...

Roda...

Vera s face burnt

as a memory of bedroom fun

With a ligther and some hairspray

Smoking in the girls room

Not worse than Shelley s

rape behind the McDonald s

By a man she thought was fine,

didn t tell anybody

Or maybe back then

we just thought

that she was getting some

Now we look back and see

that she didn t know how

We never thought

that we d get caught up

Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode

As we explode

Then getting drunk

in the bushes by the road

outside the K-mart Rolling

around in them to see

if you would get prickled

Slip the acid on your tongue

rooftop shopping mall parkade

We couldn t get enough

Then count the stars

and the ten million woes

Just you and the universe

judging each other

We never knew that we d get caught up

Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode

As we explode

As we explode

As we let go

Peso...

Joga...

Ginga...

Roda...

It s a fight, it s a fight

and you finally belong

Got a shiner now

and it s more than a battle scar

More than a battle scar,

such a good, good story to tell

At lunch break, lunch break,

lunch break, lunch break

Such a good, good story to tell

You bully, you break,

you bully, you break

You fake, you fake,

you fake, you fake

You smoke, you toke,

you want, you flaunt,

you hit it and you re in it and

it s spinning

And it s wild

that we d get caught up

Stuck in the teenage waste

As we explode

As we explode

As we explode

As we let go

We re counting the stars

We re counting the stars

We re gonna go far,

we re gonna go far

We re counting the stars,

we re counting the stars

We re not very far,

we re not very far

And it s you and me

in the open air

It s truth or dare,

we don t care

We re counting the stars,

we re counting the stars,

we re counting the stars,

we re counting th