This is the closest I could come up with for the lyrics to Brats.
My little way to keep us in the papersWe like to truck it out It's our own gambleI waste away To Weak below the anklesKnow that we keep it cleanWe never get our shots
I know we keep the piece and what they offerDo all the girls we knew and we'll get ShotI always wish for this optionYou like the world with the melody
The real options are
And for the worse they knowThey leave the color cool and blackAnd watch the devil worldAnd learn nothing in the end (x2)
 I won't stay out tonight
Sorry bought that sir but you have to show your angerI enlist a child to stand up for the honor rollFather enlists a girl to care about  the answerI enlisted her to stand up for the honor roll
The real options are
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