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