Ritalin

[Verse 1]
She works at a chemist
A bit of a pessimist
Gets yelled at by old Russian men
Paid ten bucks an hour
Some bloke just bought her flowers
That comes in every week for his Ritalin
The lonely chick who grabs a parma
And a Vic Bitty with her father
At the local, there's some shitty cover band
No interest in nightclubs
The Vinyl Room's all I've got
And she only goes with the loyal hot dog stand

[Chorus]
Doesn't it suck growin' up?
Doesn't she know it?
Doesn't it suck growin' up?
Doesn't she know it?

[Verse 2]
Chronic masturbator
Yeah, her parents fuckin' hate her
Been like that since the age of ten
Acting cool, barely eighteen
And at school, she only daydreams
Of pwning Runescape noobs in her bed
Gets along with old folks
Much better than the young blokes
Tries so hard to keep her cool-headed cover
Scared of writing songs that everyone can rip on
Just wants to play
And the boo-arse you call her brother

[Chorus]
Doesn't it suck growin' up?
Doesn't she know it?
Doesn't it suck growin' up?
Doesn't she know it?

[Outro]
Hold in there, kid, you'll be sweet by the end of it
Hold in there, kid, you'll be sweet
Hold in there, kid, you'll be sweet by the end of it
Hold in there, kid, you'll be sweet