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