(Yeah, yeah)
(4X)
(Yeah)

You found, a way, (to draw, a line between the world, and you)
Faking your identity it's true
Did you think the word alternative
Was only meant for, the likes of you

Do you think that you're too cool now
Being popular is lame
You're the one that made them popul-ar
All their songs are still the s-ame

You found, them first
It made you stand apart, you know
But then everyone jumped on the same bandwagon
Making you an average Joe
A lemming for the mediocre
You were just a plain old joker
st-atus quo

Blame it on the band now
If you prick them do they bleed
What's the point in playing what they w-ant
If you want let them succ-eed

~Chorus~
Do you remember
Where we all came from
Do you remember what it's a-ll about
When you made a point to b-e objective
Before you started writing handbooks for the s-ellout

Y-eah (yeah)
(5X)

Y-eah (yeah)
(2X)

You sunk your worth in being
diff-erent
Just to be like your own kind
You traded i-n objectiven-ess
For the underground, you follow
bl-ind

~Chorus~