Teenage Crimewave
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Wake up, with a stranger
Another taste of murder
Never follow your dreams
Not as clean as she seemed
The art of brutality
Alone in our poverty
Black coffee, fuels the strong
Lasting all night long

And you feel, the fire touch of blood
In this wild animal type hell
T-t-teenage crimewave now
Mark the sins of all the young
Well the end won't be enough
Yeah, the end just ain't enough
For you
For me

In the eye of, all the madness
Total street rage, in the apocalypse
Maniac loose on the run
I'm a wild man, loaded gun
Just imagine, all annihilate
Touch of death in, all the alleyways
Never slow down or be scared
Covered mouths, suffocate

And you feel, the fire touch of blood
In this wild animal type hell
T-t-teenage crimewave now
Mark the sins of all the young
Well the end won't be enough
Yeah, the end just ain't enough
For you
For me

T-t-teenage crimewave now
Mark the sins of all the young
Well the end won't be enough
Yeah, the end just ain't enough




For you
For me

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Calabrese's song "Teenage Crimewave" depict a dark and intense narrative of rebellion and violence. The opening lines, "Wake up with a stranger, Another taste of murder, Never follow your dreams, Not as clean as she seemed," set a foreboding tone, suggesting a reckless and dangerous lifestyle where dreams are abandoned and innocence is lost. The mention of murder and uncleanliness hint at a world where morals are distorted and actions are driven by primal instincts.


The imagery of "The art of brutality, Alone in our poverty, Black coffee fuels the strong, Lasting all night long" paints a portrait of desperation and power dynamics. The characters in the song seem to be immersed in a cycle of violence and struggle, finding strength in darkness and isolation. The reference to black coffee as a fuel symbolizes the grit and endurance needed to survive in this harsh reality, where brutality reigns supreme and poverty exacerbates the feeling of being alone in the world.


The chorus, with its repetition of "T-t-teenage crimewave now, Mark the sins of all the young, Well the end won't be enough, Yeah, the end just ain't enough," captures a sense of defiance and inevitability. The singer seems to be trapped in a destructive pattern of behavior, marked by their youth and the weight of their sins. The notion that "the end won't be enough" suggests a craving for more recklessness and chaos, indicating a nihilistic outlook on consequences and finality.


As the lyrics delve deeper into themes of madness, rage, and annihilation, the imagery becomes more vivid and chilling. The references to being a "wild man, loaded gun" and the touch of death in the alleyways evoke a sense of danger and imminent violence. The command to "Never slow down or be scared, Covered mouths, suffocate" conveys a sense of urgency and suffocation, possibly alluding to the suffocating grip of a life filled with crime and destruction. The repeated refrain of the chorus underscores the insatiable appetite for thrill and danger, suggesting that for the characters in the song, the end will never truly satisfy their cravings for rebellion and chaos.


Line by Line Meaning

Wake up, with a stranger
Awakening next to someone unknown


Another taste of murder
Experiencing the act of killing once again


Never follow your dreams
Ignoring one's aspirations


Not as clean as she seemed
Discovering someone's hidden impurity


The art of brutality
Mastering the skill of violence


Alone in our poverty
Isolated in our state of destitution


Black coffee, fuels the strong
Strong individuals fueled by dark coffee


Lasting all night long
Enduring throughout the entire night


And you feel, the fire touch of blood
Sensing the heat of blood


In this wild animal type hell
Surviving in a savage environment


T-t-teenage crimewave now
A wave of criminality among teenagers


Mark the sins of all the young
Take note of the transgressions of the youth


Well the end won't be enough
The conclusion won't satisfy


Yeah, the end just ain't enough
Indeed, the conclusion isn't sufficient


For you
For you


For me
For me


In the eye of, all the madness
Within the chaos


Total street rage, in the apocalypse
Complete anger in the midst of destruction


Maniac loose on the run
Crazed individual escaping


I'm a wild man, loaded gun
A reckless person, armed and dangerous


Just imagine, all annihilate
Consider everything being destroyed


Touch of death in, all the alleyways
Fatal presence in the narrow paths


Never slow down or be scared
Never hesitate or show fear


Covered mouths, suffocate
Silenced individuals suffocate


T-t-teenage crimewave now
A wave of criminality among teenagers


Mark the sins of all the young
Take note of the transgressions of the youth


Well the end won't be enough
The conclusion won't satisfy


Yeah, the end just ain't enough
Indeed, the conclusion isn't sufficient


For you
For you


For me
For me




Lyrics © CALABRESE LLC
Written by: Robert Andrew Calabrese, James Patrick Calabrese Jr., David Joseph Calabrese

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Comments from YouTube:

@MFIepyon

And that bass line that's all over the fucking place at certain points, that's super sick.

@izzycarradad2404

This has to be my favorite song off of the album, keep up the amazing work guys!

@PunkPansy-

Sooooo overlooked fucking love this one!

@Calabrese666

Thank you! -Davey 🎃

@Calabrese666

TEENAGE CRIMEWAVE LYRICS

Wake up, with a stranger
Another taste of murder
Never follow your dreams
Not as clean as she seemed
The art of brutality
Alone in our poverty
Black coffee, fuels the strong
Lasting all night long

And you feel, the fire touch of blood
In this wild animal type hell
T-t-teenage crimewave now
Mark the sins of all the young
Well the end won’t be enough
Yeah, the end just ain’t enough
For you
For me

In the eye of, all the madness
Total street rage, in the apocalypse
Maniac loose on the run
I’m a wild man, loaded gun
Just imagine, all annihilate
Touch of death in, all the alleyways
Never slow down or be scared
Covered mouths, suffocate

And you feel, the fire touch of blood
In this wild animal type hell
T-t-teenage crimewave now
Mark the sins of all the young
Well the end won’t be enough
Yeah, the end just ain’t enough
For you
For me

T-t-teenage crimewave now
Mark the sins of all the young
Well the end won’t be enough
Yeah, the end just ain’t enough
For you
For me

@MFIepyon

I agree Ayy, I love rocking out to this song.  The solo reminds me of the emotions and memories of High School translated into guitar riffs!  It's so happy, and like, skyrocketing.  Love you guys!