Identity

What am I

But a label

I have nothing to distinguish

Myself from the other tags

Read them off, 

One by one

Tick them off,

One by one

Make sure they are all there

Otherwise you would cause quite a scare

Where have the skets gone?

Where are all the slags

How many roads must a nerd walk down

Before he gets called a fag?

How many times must an emo look up?

Until he can realise the poor

And stop being so self pitying

And stop sleeping with the whore

How many years should a dickhead exist?

Before he is washed by a tramp

And how many times should a junkie smoke weed

Before a goth turns him into a vamp

How many ears should the school bitch have?

Before she can hear the psycho cry

And how many suicide's lies it take till the self-harmer knows

That the school thinks she's gonna die

How many times should there be bullying of freaks

Before the retard knows how to take sides

And how many times should the rebel, rebel 

Until the wannabe by the rules, abides

How many times can we turn our heads

Pretending that none of us see

The answer, my friends

Is blowing in our sin.

The answer, is blowing,

In our sin.