We were screaming down the highway doing 95
My arm was
Society's monstrosities, burning buildings bridges and flesh.
Screaming in pain,
There’s three strings left on my guitar
And I'm itting on
Mother always told me I’d see better days.
Father always told
I’m a metal head in spanish class
Metal head in Spanish
In this social hierarchy we call high school
You have to
So here’s to every loser, every nerd and every freak.
Here’s
You always told me just who you wanted me to
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