I'm waiting for the bus
I'm standing in the dark
I thought that it'd be here by now
It's flippin' cold out here
Standing here alone
I'm wishing that I could go home

Go to my locker put on my I.D.
Look down make sure that my clothes are allowed
It's a damn strict school
With its ten million rules
Won't you tell me who it was
That thought up middle school
I don't know who you are
But I, I hate you
I hate you

No chewing gum inside
They never let it slide
No food or drink in the hall
Shirts better come down low
Shorts be down to your knee
So what if you're tall

Go to my locker put on my I.D.
Look down make sure that my clothes are allowed
It's a damn strict school
With it's ten million rules
Won't you tell me who it was
That thought up middle school
I don't know who you are
But I, I hate you
I hate you

Oh, why is every move you make watched here?
The principal is out of her mind
Yea yea yeah. . . .

It's a damn strict school
With its ten million rules
Won't you tell me who it was
That thought up middle school
I don't know who you are
But I, I hate you
I hate you

Tell me who it was
That thought up middle school
I don't know who you are
But I, I hate you
I hate you

Tell me who it was
That thought up middle school
I don't know who you are
But I, I hate you
I hate you
I hate you