Preppy girls and boys
Perfect hair, perfect smile
I hate them all
Fuck them all
For a little while
Rappers in the city
Sitting on the street
I hate them all
Fuck them all
And their perfect beat
All you airhead jocks
Thinking you're so tough
I hate you all
Fuck you all
I have had enough
All you poser punks
Who faked being a friend
I hate you all
Fuck you all
Phony til the end
All you braniac losers
Call me stupid, named me dumb
I hate you all
Fuck you all
I like who I've become
I don't understand
Why can't you see?
I'm not trying to fit in
I just want to be me
Everyone who's threatened me
Hit me, pushed me down
Well now it's my turn
I'll push you to the ground
Everyone who's teased me
Broke me, called me names
Look now, it's my turn
I'm sick of all your games
It's my turn...to watch you burn