Underling
Songs for the only ones here, five teenagers of the year,
And you and I know that it's all pheramones and polystyrene foam.
We are the underlings, can't fly, they have tethered our wings,
And you and I write from the B-sides of life, from the frontier of spite.
In a world where we're made from the way we're reacted to,
Don't cry, you're so fortunate, you help me forget myself,
Don't cry, every time you lie, somewhere a fairy dies. x4
I am not a soldier, I'm just a girl,
But I'm willing to pick up a gun and save the whole while world,
Cos I know that it's all pheramones and polystyrene foam.