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Verse 1 Walkin’ down the halls in your Tommy Hilfiger And your pants hung below your ass Major Damage, FUBU and Exhaust, ain’t it a blast Tryin’ to be all that Dolce and Cabana, Polo Sport and Calvin Klein Get your ass out of the way those eight hundred dollar Pair of jeans are mine Chorus Why do you have to succumb to what everybody Thinks is cool You don’t have to be the most popular boy or girl In your school Why do you have to try and impress Everybody else You know you lived their life Now you’ve gotta live it for yourself Live life for yourself Verse2 You got your Nirvana patch on your back-pack And you’re feeling fine Letras de cancionesYour Marilyn Manson t-shirt and your Courtney Love make-up Is so ugly is should be a crime Your claim to fame is your forty inch chain And your scruffy dirty blond mane Ain’t it a shame that no-one knows your name Like your idol Kurt Cobain Chorus Verse 3 You make fun of the guy who wears the clothes That were popular back in ‘73 Instead of the Gap he shops at the thrift store Known as the Salvation Army He can take their teasing yeah, takes it all in stride At least he knows when he dies he won’t be remembered As the band wagon trendy guy Chorus From Letras Mania