Wasted (without a
clue)
The lament of generation Y
All legs and attitude
A trail of glitter leads to your room
Underneath skin and hair
There's a graveyard in your closet
you got it
i'm wasted, your wasted
i'm getting high on you
your fading, i'm fading
wasted without a clue
Electric red, black and
blue
More wreakage in sweet perfume
underneath skin and hair
There's a riot in your closet
You got me
Words Lee Wray music Jaime
Hunwicks © 2003 Published by Series 8