| I was that kid sittin' over in the corner
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| Smiling with a shit-eating grin
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| And I was that kid smilin' In the back of class
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| Cause I’m flyin' on mescaline
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| I was that kid drinkin' 40's on the bleachers
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| Getting drunk after school
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| Gettin' home too late, fallin' on my face
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| Way too drunk to skate
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| And actin' a fool
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| I was that kid never doing good at
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| Nothing except for maybe at P. E
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| And I was that kid getting bullied by the
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| Filipinos rollin' with ABT
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| Me and my friends reading
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| The Satanic Bible, thinking we should start a band
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| Cutting class to jam, cutting class to jam
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| In my dad’s garage we learned to
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| Act a fool — don’t need to be cool
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| Pissed off too and breaking the rules
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| Mama told me stay in school
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| Don’t rock 'n roll
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| But this is my American high
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| I was that kid prank-calling your girlfriend
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| Couldn’t get a goddamn date
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| And I was that kid that was
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| Getting hella busted for pissin' on the bart train
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| I fuckin' hated school, except for hanging out with my friends
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| The outcast that was startin' up a band
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| Fremont was the town, California-bound
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| Bay area sound, taught me to
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| Act a fool — don’t need to be cool
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| Pissed off too and breaking the rules
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| Mama told me stay in school
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| Don’t rock 'n roll
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| But this is my American high
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| I’m that kid you tried to punk in English class
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| Now I’m in a band and your kissin' my ass
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| Asteroids beat out homework
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| Slayer beat out Zeppelin
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| Not the sharpest noggin
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| That’s why I’m in this band
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| And what you got against me, I don’t need a new job
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| What you got against me, I’ll get by on my own
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| Tellin' me I’m never gettin' by from songs
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| I love it when you’re proven wrong
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| Act a fool — don’t need to be cool
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| Pissed off too and breaking the rules
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| Mama told me stay in school
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| Don’t rock 'n roll
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| But this is my American high
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| Act a fool — don’t need to be cool
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| Break the rules
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| Cause this is my American high |