Welcome to another year Of torture and despair Where your fate will be determined By the outfit that you wear Or the color 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 Ooh la la la la Ooh la la la la Ooh la la la la Our tale of two begins with a girl (Sour 16) Sour 16, name's Sam Her life's in a whirl Freckles on her nose and a longing in her heart Pretending not to care is her science No, it's 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 Ooh la la la la Ooh la la la la Ooh la la la la Now, on to girl two The fetching jeune filled Brooke With those lips, those eyes, and that hair Well, it's the radiant teen queen Behind the perfect size two Cheerleader pout 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 Ooh la la la la Ooh la la la la Ooh la la la la