Our kind, their kind
Who says who draws the line
Their place, your face
Two things that don't mix well
You've gotta look right
Talk right
What fashions in tonight (harm)
And you gotta bow down
To the "in" crowd
Are you, are you gonna follow
Do you, do you wanna mix
If ya really, really wanna be somebody
Yo gotta be in with the fascist clique
Nice tight fit
I feel pressure
Don't wanna look, walk or talk the part
It's my release
Like a silent voice in the dark
Are you gonna follow the clique?