(joan jett/kenny laguna)

Daddys got his beer and hes glued to the television
An mammas in the kitchen
With the dishes and the pots and pans
An I be in my bedroom
Contemplatin all the living Im missin
Just waiting for the day
I wont have to follow someone elses plans

Im frustrated, my hands are tied
Im frustrated, my brains are fried
Im frustrated, no place to hide

Cause they see what they wanna see
An no one ever knows that Im lonely
Ive got rockets in my sockets
But I got no place to go
An in my dreams I find my one and only
Then I wake up in the morning
And reality really blows

I said, Im frustrated, my hands are tied
Im frustrated, my brains are fried
Im frustrated, no place to hide

Dont do this, dont do that
Dont go out, come right back
Say no more, such a bore

You can go around in circles, an never find the perfect lover
Steal a glance but never take a chance
So ya stay at square one
Ya make a big mistake
When ya try to tell a book by its cover
Yea know I got a lot but Id sure like to have a little fun
Fun, thats right

I said, Im frustrated, my hands are tied
Im frustrated, my brains are fried
Im frustrated, no place to hide