Monday morning wake up knowing that you've gotta go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you want to work in Debenham's, 'cause that's what they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor

And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you wanna be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While you're cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt

Hey you've been used
Are you calm? Settle down
Write a song, I'll sing along
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've gotta go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you wanna work in C&A, 'cause that's what they expect
Move to Lingerie and take a feel off Joe the Storeman

Tell Veronica the secret of the boy you never kissed
She's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
'Cause you can't afford a blazer girl you're always wearing clogs

At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Head of English gets you, asks you, What the Hell do you think you're doing?
Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside.
You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right

Hey you've been used
Write a song, I'll sing along
Are you calm? Settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again

And you're cool and you know
You're a star, you're going far
Think of me as a friend
Not just the boy who played guitar
You're on top of the world again.

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you went to work in Debenham's, because that's what they expect
Start in Lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor
And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you went to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of the Velvet Underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite
And the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher's looking up your skirt

You've been used, you're confused
Write a song, I'll sing along
Are you calm? Settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
You're on top of the world again

Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she says it's right out of the blue
Do you went to work in C&A, 'cause that's what they expect
Move to Ladieswear and take a feel off Joe the Storeman

Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
She's got everything to gain 'cause she's a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
'Cause you can't afford a blazer and you're always wearing clogs

At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Heed of English gets you, asks you, What the Hell do you think you're doing?
Do you think you're better then the other kids? Well get outside.
You've got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right

Monday morning wake up knowing that you’ve got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she said it's right out of the blue
Do you want to work in Debenhams, because that’s what they expect
Start in lingerie, and Doris is your supervisor

And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start
For careers you say you want to be remembered for your art
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange
Making life-size models of The Velvet Underground in clay

In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you’ve got no appetite
And the rumor is you never go with boys and you are tight
So they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk
While your cleaning up the mess the teacher is looking up your skirt

Hey, you’ve been used
Are you calm? settle down
Write a song, Ill sing along
Soon you will know that you are sane
You’re on top of the world again

Monday morning wake up knowing that you’ve got to go to school
Tell your mum what to expect, she said it's right out of the blue
Do you want to work in C&A, cause that’s what they expect
Move to lingerie and take a feel off Joe the store man

Tell Veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed
She’s got everything to gain cause she’s a fat girl with a lisp
She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
cause you cant afford a blazer, girl you’re always wearing clogs

At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room
Head of English gets you, asks you, what the hell do you think you’re doing?
Do you think you’re better then the other kids? well get outside.
You’ve got permission, but you’ve got to make the bastard think he’s right

Hey, you’ve been used
Write a song, Ill sing along
Are you calm? settle down
Soon you will know that you are sane
You’re on top of the world again

Are you cool, and you know
You’re a star and you’ll go far
Think of me as a friend
Not just a boy who’s playing guitar
You’re on top of the world again

I drove really fast before I hit the wall
I was punch drunk, spinnin' round, heading for a fall
Do or die now, got scared, so I stalled
You can have it all
Your eyes inside the back of my mind
Stars collide to see who outshines
Your eyes inside the back of my mind
It's making me blind
We can hate
We can hate each other
We can be down then fuck one another
We can hold it up, then set it on fire
Life is sacrifice and you can be a martyr
But it's more than I can stand
When you're looking down on me
Cause I can't live up to you, that makes me incomplete
I never wanted anything more
So I'll just say good-bye and watch you walk out the door
I want to be all you want me to be
I want to be all you think that you see
Would you leave me here when nobody cares?
I tried really hard not to care at all
Medicate myself
Xanax, alcohol
My admissions made me feel so small
You can keep it all
I can change
We can change for each other
We can let go and accept one another
We can tear it down to the ground and start over
Life is compromise [x2]
So if I let you down then I'll pick you up again
In the end
Suspend confidence in me to come through
To be who I want to be and to do what I want to do
Never turn my back on you
[Repeat Chorus]

Baby, innocence
Is one day gonna be decadence
Prom Queen, Miss America
In the backseat in a pair of cuffs
Sixteen, little runaway
From the Five-O and you got away
From a small town with no scene
Looking for a shot on the big screen

Expectations
Go to hell
Expectations
Go to hell

Not so innocent
On the street hustling
Never be Miss America
In the backseat of a Celica
Crashing with a deadbeat
Living large on a love seat
In a small town, no scene
Turns out it was a pipe dream

Expectations
Go to hell
Expectations
Go to hell

Rich girl, wannabe
Bought a quick dick from the lottery
Watching TV with her boyfriend
Fell asleep, left the ticket on the nightstand
He stayed awake to see the ball drop
Turned it way down, she never woke up
Grabbed the keys to her car in the back lot
Through a shot of Jack back, left with the jackpot

Expectations
Go to hell
Prom Queen, Miss America
In the backseat in a pair of cuffs

Expectations
Go to hell
Never be Miss America
In the backseat in a pair of cuffs

Baby, inocente
Un día va a ser decadencia
Reina del baile, Miss America
En el asiento trasero en un par de esposas
Dieciséis, pequeña fugitiva
Desde el Five-O y se escapó
Desde un pequeño pueblo con ninguna escena
Buscando un tiro en la gran pantalla

Expectativas
Vete al infierno
Expectativas
Vete al infierno

No tan inocente
En la calle presionante
Nunca será Miss America
En el asiento trasero de un Celica
Estrellándose con un perezoso
Vivir a lo grande en un asiento del amor
En un pequeño pueblo, ninguna escena
Resulta que era un sueño imposible

Expectativas
Vete al infierno
Expectativas
Vete al infierno

Chica rica, aspirante
Compró una rápida polla de la lotería
Viendo la televisión con su novio
Se quedó dormida, dejo el billete en la mesita de noche
Él se quedó despierto para ver caer la pelota
Resultó que hacia abajo, nunca se despertó
Agarró las llaves de su coche en el aparcamiento trasero
A través de un tiro de Jack de nuevo, a la izquierda con el premio mayor

Expectativas
Vete al infierno
De baile reina Miss America
En el asiento trasero en un par de esposas

Expectativas
Vete al infierno
Nunca será Miss America
En el asiento trasero en un par de esposas