Los Angeles, X: LA punk band X writes song about how much their hometown sucks. Actually, it could be about how much EVERYONE'S hometown sucks.
Another Saturday Night, Sam Cooke: Pocket full of cash, and can't get laid. Story of my teenage years, really.
Longview, Green Day: See above. Got cash, can't get laid? Why not stay home, smoke some pot, and jerk off. That's pretty much this song in a nutshell.
Add it Up, Violent Femmes: Why can't I get just one kiss/screw/fuck? Is it just me, or is the source of teen angst the inability to get someone to touch your wiener? I mean really, if people got laid more, music would start to suck, wouldn't it?
Say it Ain't So, Weezer: Another reason for teen angst: your parents suck. (for the record, my parents are awesome. But this song still rules).
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