Dead Celebrity Status - The Throwaway Kids lyrics

We sleep under a full moon swallowing full spoons of pain While they hide we dance in the rain We are not perfect We are not glamorous We are not Hiltons We are not Kardashians We are anti-gag with our hands tied tight around our backs While Bush bombed Iraq When Obama k**ed Osama We refused to clap Cause America's a terrorist too Tit for tat We are filthy poor The opposite of Jersey Shore So f** Snooky and a stylist ugh We are not commodities We are bleeding hearts Trapped inside of these circling sharks We are the apocalypse Standing in the dark With white lights and fame The opposite of ark So clap for the anonymous Cheer for the unlikely Let the f**ing world know Who you might be We are, we are The young and innocents We've come, we've come To burn down your bridge We are, we are The lost but magnificent We are, we are The throwaway kids We shadow dancing to Marilyn Manson Screaming "f** the world!" Like it's a national anthem We are not popular We are not praised We are not 50's We are not Kanyes We are icons without the glamour and glitz Like Heidi from the hills and the plastic tits So while the president f**s you The rich get rich And try to paint me as an anarchist 666 You made me a Demon So I'm aiming and squeezing Enjoying the pain and the bleeding f** the prom Queen f** being beautiful We are not Lohans We are the unusual The undisputable Misfits, lights out Raise by the Cain now it's aim at the white house Clap for the invisible March with the phantoms Rise up with the throwaway anthem We are, we are The young and innocent We've come, we've come To burn down your bridge We are, we are The lost but magnificent We are, we are The throwaway kids Never really fit in Never really tried to Flyer then a pilot, but never had the sky view Bottom floor poor with a knack for being lied to Painted face wasteland The opposite of Graceland Singing in the symphony of silence Defiance sleeping with the wolves And dancing with the lions Inner city riots burning down the tyrants Juggalos and misfits Tackling the giants Ah, oh, ooh ooh Ah, oh, ooh ooh Do we own the night? Ohohohoho, ooh ooh Ah, oh, ooh ooh But are the kids alright So let's, let's Get it, get it, On, on Spit it, spit it Out, out Let them hear you shout Let the hear you sing We are, we are The young and innocent We've come, we've come To burn down your bridge We are, we are The lost but magnificent We are, we are The throwaway kids We are, we are The young and innocent We've come, we've come To burn down your bridge We are, we are The lost but magnificent We are, we are The throwaway kids