I am not washed-up

I should believe I am but I do not

I still read all their ungraded hatemail

Fourteen long years of school

And all I learned was to fail



Well I am not proud

To rot with that crowd

'Cause I am stronger



I was born in a force-ten gale

It takes more than hot air to blow the wind out of my sails

And my eyesight's poor

But I am the future:

HEAR ME ROAR



And get ready to talk hard

Know this: your head is not empty

So talk hard

Sha-la-la-la

You can do anything you feel



'Toilet-trained and dumb'

Once we can talk we learn by rote,