This song goes out to all the ones with coke bottle glasses

To all you lonely kids who were the last picked in gym class

We got your back - detract your malefactors

All you in the back unite like Thundercats



Get up, Get up cause we're fed up, fed up

Try to rise and keep your head up,head up

Leave the kinging to kong,

We'll be singin the song

Bring it on,Bring it on,Bring it on



It's a sentimental journey,

presenting sentiments of resentments that will burn me.

Unearthing our sharp knives turning slowly blunt.

My role is to unfold so i gotta Face the front.

I used to spend my days,

Dazed and Confused.

Sixteen year underdog

still dawning underoos.

Sorry bout my style

i know my flow sounds used,

Depicted and directed

by the likes of John Huges.

We recycle recitles of enemies and idols.

Unscrawled in the hall like Anthony Michael

I lack plan or title just one of the boys.

On islands and islands of Misfit toys.



Get up, Get up cause we're fed up, fed up

Try to rise and keep your head up,head up

Leave the kinging to kong,

We'll be singin the song

Bring it on,Bring it on,Bring it on



My field of dreams was a parking lot,

With hot shots doing doughnuts

pissin off the grownups.

Me on the side

writing unrequited love letters,

That I would send

to my imaginary girlfriend.

I had to pretend cuz

I never played football,

The kid drafted last

pick at the wall.

To ease the monotony

of everybody mockin me,

Spend time

tootin rhymes like botany.

Now what i wanna be -

What you wanna be?

To be famous,

I claim this

try to gain this.



But sometimes it's