Fight song for fuck-ups

I didn't always pass, those tests they gave at school
But outside of class I learned to run fast
I learned early in, if I didn't play, then they didn't win
They didn't win

Because they labeled us losers with nothin' to lose
Labeled us failures, we had nothin' to prove
Just walked away, to find our own place
Where we belong, we can always sing along

This is a fight song for fuck ups
Keep on not givin' up
Fight song for fuck ups
When you've had enough
Fight song for fuck ups
Now everyone wants to be just like us

Cut class in half, draw lines on the map
Define class and race, but I'd still have no place
They can put me on the track, but I'm not gonna race
Because they're just runnin' laps
Just runnin' laps

From the test of adolescence under flickering florescence
Cubicle confinement, waiting for retirement
We can't achieve, in what we don't believe
So say that we're wrong, we're still gonna sing this song

This is a fight song for fuck ups
Keep on not givin' up
Fight song for fuck ups
When you've had enough
Fight song for fuck ups
Now everyone wants to be just like us

Now things aren't the same, as they used to be
My friends are getting famous, and all, and all
Those kids I used to know, well I see 'em at the shows
They mouth the words they've never heard
And when the chorus comes they go
Whoa-woah-oh-oh-oh

This is a fight song for fuck ups
Keep on not givin' up
Fight song for fuck ups
When you've had enough
Fight song for fuck ups