This song's for the emo kids

With the punk rock, rock 'n' roll, screamo lids

And the [bad word]  rock, hip hop, metal queens

Who still don't know what the 'heck that means

Let's cheer for the real MC's

All the East, West, 'Derrty South', straight O.G.'s

With the hippy rock, hard core, alt. country's

With the techno industrial magazines

I don't know where I fit in,

But every time that record spins

I know the way  makes me feel

I never tried to be your trend

Never asked to be everyone's friend

I'm just who I am

That's life for real

And every time you try to just remember

That I won't be

America's next freak

I will not lay down

Every time you speak

And if all you see

Is America's next freak

Take me home, take me home, take me home

This one's for Phillip's teens

And the beach boys rockin' in the Phillipines

With the twist top, X-Box strategies

All speakin' French, Spanish and Portuguese

And one time for the After Life

And the super low, low ride Macstyle

And the man with the plan in the Corderois

Who just brought back the backstreet boys

I don't know where I fit in

But every time that record spins

I know the way it makes me feel

I never tried to be your trend

Never asked to be everyone's friend

I'm just who I am

And that's life for real

And every time you try to just remember

That I won't be

America's next freak

I will not lay down

Every time you speak

And if all you see

Is America's next freak

Take me home, take me home, take me home

i dont see anything around me

i wont be, i wont be

i dont see anything around me

i wont be, i wont be

if you dont see, then skip my trial

i wont see, i wont see

it makes me sick, it makes me smile

cause i wont be, i wont be

I won't be

America's next freak

I will not lay down

Every time you speak

And if all you see

Is America's next freak

Take me home, take me home, take me home