There is something about the world that doesn't make sense
People have fake personalities, everything is just a pretence.
I’m sick of the Bullies who are feral at best,
Who push and punish you and critize how i am dressed.
If you just stay out of trouble, lower your head,
All they do is make something up instead.
Rumours thrive,
Ruining peoples lives,
Oh why are people such Bastards?

Walking to school the hyenas are waiting at the door,
Same insults as yesterday, and trying to push me,
so I fall on to the floor,
Fuck off and grow up, I’m not your bloody fool,
Aren't you fucking hilarious I’m not your object of ridicule.
These people are all demented,
School is the worst thing ever invented.
Oh why are people such bastards?

Walking home finally, I’m free from them at last,
Until the dickhead cyclists hit me as they go past,
I tell my mother, she said just ignore it,
I’m there to bloody learn,
To do what I’m told to at my best until my evening return.
Doesn't matter what I thought,
I never get any support,
Oh why are people such bastards?

In PE I started an argument, deliberately one might say,
With the blonde bitch from Nantwich,
Her game I wouldn't play,
She commanded and demanded,
She threatened to beat me through hearsay.
The fight actually happened,
And the bitch by me got finally flattened,
And I just walked away.
Now I know why people are such bastards!