All those kids think they’re rebels; drinking booze, smoking’ pot
But now since they all do it, you’re a rebel if you’re not
They grab their bottles, cans and mugs, grab a lighter- do some drugs
Think they’re cool, think they’re tough, getting impaired- getting rough

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Starting rumours                  
To create drama                           
It was him not me                
Don’t cry to your mama      

Don’t waste it, they’re the best years of your life
Pay attention in school kids, get a husband or a wife
Slacking off is not a joke, you’ll end up homeless under a bridge
Going to a friend’s house every day, just so you can raid their fridge

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It seems all the idiots get the best marks
The real smart ones are thrown to the sharks
It doesn’t matter the size of your brain
It’s the popular kids who really reign

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There’s the odd man out who seeks to belong
But the cool ones shun him, tell him to get lost
He shuts himself away inside his head for just as long
Fights his deeper thoughts in hopes that he’ll soon be the boss

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The prettiest girls are at the top of the chain
The one’s at the bottom try to please, try to gain
There’s the winners and the losers, but there is no middle lawn
Always one at the bottom, when the short straw has been drawn

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