Interpret:

Joan Jett

Album:

Glorious Results of a Misspent Youth

Daddy's got his beer and he's glued to the television 
An' Mamma's in the kitchen 
With the dishes and the pots and pans 
An' I be in my bedroom 
Contemplatin' all the living I'm missin' 
Just waiting for the day 
I won't have to follow someone else's plans 


I'm frustrated, my hands are tied 
I'm frustrated, my brains are fried 
I'm frustrated, no place to hide 


Cause they see what they wanna see 
An' no one ever knows that I'm lonely 
I've 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, I'm frustrated, my hands are tied 
I'm frustrated, my brains are fried 
I'm frustrated, no place to hide 


Don't do this, don't do that 
Don't 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 I'd sure like to have a little fun 
Fun, that's right 


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


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