We’re teenagers they ram our throats with education,

Indite us with their rules and regulations,

Alls we wanna think about is sex and masturbation,

Instead alls we get is a fuckin interrogation,

“University” or “College” or your life’s an abomination

Life’s a train you’ve gotta choose which stop what station.

Sick of the media corporation trying to dissect us like a complicated operation

Chav’s, Scallies, Goth’s and Emo’s, bored of this stereotypical abrasion

So what if we’re loud we’re fuckin proud, coz we are the myspace generation