So here’s to every loser, every nerd and every freak.
Here’s to the kids who get spit in the face each day of the week.
And here’s the to the kids who make fun of me
Here’s to the ones who want to believe.
And I don’t care if you’re so sad on your own time.
Everyone got problems, yours give you no right to whine.

So fuck you Emo kids
I don’t want to hear your sad sad poems
And fuck you Emo kids
I’m sick of you.

But you don’t have to believe every word that I say.
You don’t have to argue with me.
You don’t have to go by what I tell you.
I don’t care if you look at me and say
How you think you’re this and you think that you’re that
How I’m just blind and you know the facts.

So fuck you punk kids
And DIY too
I don’t need your ethics,
And I’m sick of you.

This is the beauty of the system I live by.
You can live your own life and I can live mine.
Sure we have our disagreements
But it doesn’t really matter at all.
I can look past them
And we can destroy this social ladder.

So fuck my own ideals
And fuck this song
I’m just a sellout
To my own words.
Or so they probably say.