Thank You (For Not Being One Of Them)

You're so swell
And I can tell
You love me, amazingly
And I love you as well
Day by day
Come what may
You don't hesitate to exaggerate
And say that it's okay

Everybody else is trying to push me around
Kicking me and picking on me, running me down
Knocking off my glasses and stomping them into the ground

When they've been doing it again
I've gotta thank you for not being one of them
Thank you for not being one of them

As it stands
There's still a chance
You'll hear me calling as I'm crawling from the garbage cans
Kids are having fun
Proud of what they've done
Later that night, we'll hold each other tight
And plot their destruction

"Hey! Hey faggot! Hey crybaby, cry!"
I hate 'em all, and I want 'em to die
You whisper to me sweet techniques we could murder 'em by

When they've been doing it again
I've gotta thank you for never joining in
Thank you for not being one of them
Thank you for not being one of them

Oh!

Oh oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh oh-oh
Oh oh-oh
Oh-whoa-oh oh-oh