I feel like I'm not wanted here;and I wonder what I'm living for;discerning eyes are burning me;they make me feel like an outlaw;Do you need a uniform;to see the band tonight;are the people here for fun;or maybe looking for a fight;You can't come in if you don't look right;Doesn't the music make it right;It seems fashion keeps the youth confined;
We have missed the whole idea;I thought we listened with our ears;But we keep them closed with fear;Brutality and snobbery;will keep the cults at war;it's just music why such hate;there's nothing to be solved at all;
