The Un

Walking down the street in a foreign town
Someone says you don’t belong here
I’ve had my share of being called weird
And getting gawked at with cold stares but who cares
We are the ones, we are the ones
We are the Un… and we don’t care
See a kid he don’t have the right clothes on
Whos in charge of what is right?
Just another stupid socialite
Who’s gonna become so last year
We are the ones, we are the ones
We are the Un… and we don’t care
Don’t subscribe
Or pay no mind to what you got to do
Or what you got to like
So go do what you like, with an open mind
You go draw your snakes and ill go draw mine
Un-bullshit free. Unconditionally
Understand the Un. Thats me
Ever feel like you’re under someone’s thumb
And feel like you’re underloved
Ever feel like you are under the gun
Well then you’re understood around here
We are the ones, we are the ones
We are the Un… and we don’t care