The Downtown Fiction
The Downtown Fiction
The Downtown Fiction
The Downtown Fiction
The Downtown Fiction
The Downtown Fiction
The Downtown Fiction
The Downtown Fiction
The Downtown Fiction
The Downtown Fiction
The Downtown Fiction
The Downtown Fiction
Your breath hangs in the air
It's freezing but the bus ain't there
You're wishing for someone to stop this
Back in class again
You feel just like an empty pen
Loss for words and void of purpose
They cornered you
There's nowhere to get out
How? How?
They'll try to convince you
And tell you that they're right
They'll break you and beat you
And steal away your life
And tell you that you're nothing
And they'll never get it right
But high school's the place
Where dreams go to die
Teacher thinks you're rude
Says, "I don't like your attitude"
Well, maybe you're just condescending
Bring us up to follow rules
And throw us all in cubic rooms
But we're not gonna sit by idle
We're getting out
We're gonna find our way
Hey, hey
They'll try to convince you
Tell you that they're right
They'll break you and beat you
Steal away your life
And tell you that you're nothing
And they'll never get it right
But high school's the place
Where dreams go to die
Well, we'll be more than they'll ever be
Just bitter from their own failed dreams
They're desperate, and do anything to bring you down
We'll do more than they ever did
Talk down to some poor old kid
We are the ones, the ones who made it
They'll try to convince you
Tell you that they're right
They'll break you and beat you
Steal away your life
And tell you that you're nothing
And they'll never get it right
But high school's the place where dreams
But high school's the place where dreams
But high school's the place
Where dreams go to die