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YOUNG AGENT JONES DIE OUTSIDE LYRICS

You've got a pretty pop machine
It looks good in a magazine
I want to die outside
I want to die outside

You pull the strings to make big stars
Of little kids who've never played in bars
I want to die outside
I want to die outside

Cookie-cutter kids from Valentine's mold
Make them believe they'll never grow old
Destroy a life to create a dream
You keep your hands dirty but your conscience clean

Too many bands they sound the same
You made them all, so you're to blame
I want to die outside
I want to die outside

I'd rather die than turn the radio on
It's been your playground for way too long
I want to die outside
I want to die outside

Because your next big thing
Sounds like your last old thing
So while you're stealing their lives
We're going to die outside

We're going to die out