some call us losers
some call us cheaters
some call us wanna-bes
but they don't know us either
some say we're punk
some say we're preps
some say we're gothic
and they say they know it
Don't think we wanna
(wanna) be like them
if we were would we
act like them
~'cause we could be popular~
we would be jocks
with their M.V.P. rocks
ruling the school
'cause you know the're so cool
They think that we can't handle it
slap, kick, punch, we're all over it
'cause when ever "Bang, bang you're dead" comes on
they all run to buy a freakin gun
Don't think we wanna
(wanna) be like them
if we were would we
act like them
would we pick on other kids
as if they were our freakin slaves
and there's something i have to say
If you can bomb the world
into pieces why can't you bomb the world
into peace
