8th Grade

Adolescent beasts
They lurk across the table
Whisper lies and made up fables
Perfect hair and perfect smiles
Adorned with all the latest styles
We are inferior

Bow down to it all
We are your downfall
With our tissue filled bras
And our caked on makeup
With our miniskirts
And our skimpy shirts
Call in the troops
We’re starting a shakeup
Reform the school
We shall rule

Juvenile monsters.
They laugh and flip their hair
Delivering most blinding stares
to their little people--
Little people?!
But of course, we are not midgets

We should lock them up where they belong
Make sure they never do us any wrong

We should lock them up where they belong
Make sure they never do us any wrong

Come along, my freaks
We're gonna start a rebellion.