I Was a Teenage Werewolf

I scream all the way to the chair

And in the face of tanks

Take the stairway to the stairs

And I scream thanks

Fake snakes and mock crocs

And killers cut my throat

That's me in the callbox

Stepping out of my coat

I found a reason for living

Everyday I die

I was a teenage werewolf

Or was I

Fall off trains

Torture dames

Just to keep in the swim

I get slain on memory lane

And the people say “oh it's him”

Easy money play hard to get

Those love toys to amuse

The non-doctors penthouse pets

Who drink champagne from shoes

Walk in rooms and outta rooms

That's my cup of tea

I seen the world I didn't like it

What's in it for me

Invisible girls go haywire

I'll be their go-go guy

I was a teenage werewolf

Or was I

Murder victims talk to me

Detectives come and go

Their dangling receivers

Tell me all I need to know

We only live once or do we

Take advice from Mickey Spillane

Me hood nazi blood brother

never give the right name

Those dead delicious nudes

They hang around the necks

Moving raincoat

By the sliding doors of discotheques

Where boys are boys girls are toys

Not programmed to reply

I was a teenage werewolf

Or was I




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LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE