We thought we were original

They told us we were programmed to be us

It's okay though

We live lives greater than they'll ever know

I'm being socially branded by people that are faker then plastic

Well that's just fantastic

Now I have to do something drastic

Maybe I'll start a rebellion or something

But really, I'm just another average girl

Let me take you to reality

And give you what you shouldn't be surprised to see

Expect me to stand in the street

Look my opponent in the eye

Let the punches fly

Things done changed you

Fuck the things you assume

And everything you presume to know about me

They call us the rebels

They call us the nerds

They call us the TROUBLE- MAKERS

They call us the preps

They call us the goths

They call us the BONE-HEADED JOCKS

They call us the gays

They call us the freaks

They call us the LOW-LIFE GEEKS

They call us the players

They call us the whores

They call us the UNCOOL DORKS

They call us the kiss-ups

They call us the skaters

They call us the STEREO-TYPE HATERS!

I've had to fight my whole life to survive

I'm so sick of this shit

So I'll be damned if you think you can tell me my place in life

You don't even know yours do you?

Don't you pretend to understand who I am

I'm here

I'm still alive

I'm breathing

Are you surprised?

Did you believe

I'd stay down?

Did you think

It'd be that easy?

Did you honestly believe

That you got the best of me?

My back is against these ropes

I'm through with living a life with no hope

Got footprints on my face

They're from other peoples pace

But you know what?

I don't even care anymore

You've probably haven't had to learn to live a life without fear

But you know what else?

If you still wanna give me a label

That's easy to remember for later

I'm here and telling you to call me a stereo-type hater

They call us the rebels

They call us the nerds

TROUBLE- MAKERS

They call us the preps

They call us the goths

They call us the BONE-HEADED JOCKS

They call us the gays

They call us the freaks

They call us the LOW-LIFE GEEKS

They call us the players

They call us the whores

They call us the UNCOOL DORKS

They call us the kiss-ups

They call us the skaters

They call us the STEREO-TYPE HATERS!

Because seriously

They don't know me

Who are they to judge me?

And why can't they just let me be?

Leave me to my own world

And they better stay in theirs

They better keep their heads in their own goddamn business

Just let me live my life!

They call us the rebels

They call us the nerds

They call us the TROUBLE- MAKERS

They call us the preps

They call us the goths

They call us the BONE-HEADED JOCKS

They call us the gays

They call us the freaks

They call us the LOW-LIFE GEEKS

They call us the players

They call us the whores

They call us the UNCOOL DORKS

They call us the kiss-ups

They call us the skaters

They call us the STEREO-TYPE HATERS!

(All together now!)

They call us the TROUBLE- MAKERS

They call us the preps

They call us the goths

They call us the BONE-HEADED JOCKS

They call us the gays

They call us the freaks

They call us the LOW-LIFE GEEKS

They call us the players

They call us the whores

They call us the UNCOOL DORKS

They call us the kiss-ups

They call us the skaters

They call us the STEREO-TYPE HATERS!

(And one more time!)

They call us the rebels

They call us the nerds

TROUBLE- MAKERS

They call us the preps

They call us the goths

They call us the BONE-HEADED JOCKS

They call us the gays

They call us the freaks

They call us the LOW-LIFE GEEKS

They call us the players

They call us the whores

They call us the UNCOOL DORKS

They call us the kiss-ups

They call us the skaters

They call us the STEREO-TYPE HATERS!