High School Highway

Welcome to another year of torture and despair
Where your fate will be determined by the outfit that you wear
Or the colour of your hair or the place you put your chair
Oh, God, it's so unfair
To bend and not to break
Chin up, try not to quake
I'm grinning on the outside
But I'm a wreck internally
The Skechers squeaking
Full of song
I'm striding down this high school highway
I'm a dead teen walking, dead teen walking, dead teen walking
The tale of two begins with a girl
Sour sixteen, name's Sam, her life's in a whirl
With freckles on her nose and a longing in her heart
Pretending not to care is her science - no, it is her art
To bend and not to break
Chin up, try not to quake
I'm grinning on the outside
But I'm a wreck internally
The Skechers squeaking
Full of song
I'm striding down this high school highway
I'm a dead teen walking, dead teen walking, dead teen walking
Now on to girl two, the fetching, jeune-filled Brooke
With those lips, those eyes, and that hair, well, it's a radiant teen queen look
Behind the perfect size two cheerleader power
There's a ravenous starving artist with her painting her own doubt
To bend and not to break
Chin up, try not to quake
I'm grinning on the outside
But I'm a wreck internally
The Skechers squeaking
Full of song
I'm striding down this high school highway
I'm a dead teen walking, dead teen walking, dead teen walking