Little Girl Soldier

Hey you, little girl soldier, this year you got a little moldier
And now, with a chip on both shoulders, our turns have got much colder
High sigh, tired eyes, brain fried, all on mom's dime, and still I'm asking you
Have you done any little thing your phantom's asked of you

What in this world is black and white now
How did you finally justify the judgements and disrespect towards us
Maybe I made it all up
Maybe we're really not punk enough
To say it straight I just don't give a fuck that you couldn't grow up