You might be a gangsta, you might be a punk
Or a child being kidnapped and stuffed in a trunk
A gunshot or punk rock, a gag in the mouth
You're all the same to me
You could be the cool kid, you could be a geek
Or the guy wearing black in the corner, the freak
You could just as well be a bum on the street
You're all the same to me
You could be a moron, you might be a nerd
In either case you are still part of a herd
My calculus book could be made out of turd
You're all the same to me
You could be Davey Havok, or you could be burly
Long shiny hair or greasy and curly
I eat raw eggs every morning so early
You're all the same to me