We, the Hoodlums of the United States.

It's hard to show who you are within,

when people believe you age like a tree.

As if the number of rings underneath your skin,

represents your level of maturity.

You ignore our ideas and you laugh at our class,

but we are your future so we'll see who laughs last.

Now more than ever it's hard to know where you'll be,

in two weeks or five years in this age of stupidity.

All we want is to have a voice, have a say, have a way to be heard,

in this fucked up place, where WE are the nerds.

What kind of world does this have to be,

where “too smart for your own good” holds credibility?

Day by day turns into week by week,

sooner than later, life looks pretty bleak.

Hoping and wishing that something will happen,

so you won't have to settle for the same old crap.

Always falling in line, never speaking your mind,

always taking the same spot in the everyday grind.

How can there be change, how can this be progress,

when getting your daily dose of media pollution is our supposed revolution?

I used to stand tall, proud and ready to brag,

but now I sit here and slouch as I wave my white flag.

As much as I hate to say, as much as I hate to admit,

the only way to deal with this is to just say “Fuck it.”

Poking smot, drinking drugs, and all those good things,

what other choice do we have to spread our wings?

Nobody cares and nobody listens, but we hoodlums have opinions too.

And when we burn this place to the ground, the one that's paying is you.