Testo: Garbage. Version 2.0. When I Grow Up.

Cut my tongue out, I've been caught out
Like a giant juggernaut
Happy hours, golden showers
On a cruise to freak you out

We could fly a helicopter
Nothing left to talk about
Entertain you, celebrate you
I'll be back to frame you

When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables

Trying hard to fit among you
Floating out to wonderland
Unprotected, God I'm pregnant
Damn the consequences

When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables

Blood and blisters on my fingers
Chaos rules when we're apart
Watch my temper I go mental
I'll try to be gentle

When I grow up I'll be stable
When I grow up I'll turn the tables
When I grow up
When I grow up
When I grow up I'll turn the tables

Don't take offence
Can I make amends?
Rip it up to shreds and let it go

Don't take offence
Can I make amends?
Rip it up to shreds and let it go

Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up to shreds and let it go
Rip it up in shreds and let it go

How you like it best, you let me know