We've been there before, Modern rejects in conformist games. Peer pressure, pure thresher. Fall down, get back up, Oh so careful where we put our trust. We will be bold, it's a heart of gold. Oh, oh, oh, finish line in sight, Put up the good fight. Oh, oh, will you let your spirit soar, And let your lion roar. Oh, oh, finish line in sight, Put up the good fight, And we will run to win, And we will run to the end. We've been through their schemes, The usual fashionista façades. Pure vanity, pure surgery. Throw off all that trash, Oh so crazy we never ever look back. We will be bold, it's a heart of gold.