Pack your things in the car now, let's go

Waiting in line is for chumps, not me

Scan the crowd for the dorks and the crew

Roll with the punches

Where is your control?

Fighting is emo

Rock on, Chicago

Irrational with every blow

Fighting is emo

Where did your conscience go?

Watch your step if you value your life

Why don't you put your backpack away?

Take a look at me and someday you'll see

What you really want to be,

And how it's going to be a long haul

But this time you'll see why you keep your thoughts on the outside/inside

This time you'll see where you've come up wrong

And next time we meet keep your guns on the inside/outside

Next time we meet, try not to speak to me