Hey you, is there something worth aspiring to?
And can it be found in a record store?
Well, it's not there anymore,
Just think of all the things we did
We were different, just like all the other kids

Missy was a teen blue video star,
Tom took his life in his mothers car,
Milo went to college, but you knew about that,
Rodney played our records,
Jimmy started riots,
Laurie was always quiet,
she was battling depression

Hey you, is there something worth belonging to?
And can I pick it up for a song,
Or a diploma, or a worthy cause?
Well, let me tell you that there's nothing wrong,
it's just that ones like us will never belong.

Jack wore a skirt but he knew how to scrap.
Billy went to county on a class-one possession.
Wendy went to school while her daddy shot smack.
Eugene kept a list, Mugger was security
Mary, she kept her purity.
We were all in it together.

Yellowed postcards on the wall
serve to cover up the blankness after all,
So I will carry them along, like a song, when I'm gone.

Hey you, is there something worth belonging to?
You know, we've been here all along
like a confederacy of the wrong,
and I confess it could be prejudice,
but to you I dedicate this song
Yeah, you!