Black nails, bad dreams, cheap perfume,

We stole our power from the girls they doomed.

Classroom whispers, “she’s too intense,”

We just laugh — yeah, makes perfect sense.

It’s not rebellion, it’s survival,

We built our church out of vinyl.

Every scar’s a spell we cast,

Kiss the bruise — it always lasts.

We are the weirdos, baby —

Hearts wild, eyes hazy.

Call us freaks, that’s fine,

We wear it like a sign.

We are the weirdos, baby —

Cursed, but kinda holy.

Don’t cross us unless you crave the fall —

We made friends with the dark, that’s all.

Wet hair, mascara tears,

Magic whispered between our fears.

They prayed for angels, we came instead,

The lost girls, painted red.

It’s not rebellion, it’s survival,

We built our church out of vinyl.

Every scar’s a spell we cast,

Kiss the bruise — it always lasts.

We are the weirdos, baby —

Hearts wild, eyes hazy.

Call us freaks, that’s fine,

We wear it like a sign.

We are the weirdos, baby —

Cursed, but kinda holy.

Don’t cross us unless you crave the fall —

We made friends with the dark, that’s all.

Now the halls echo with our names,

Wrote our truth in lipstick flames.

They said we’d burn, we lit the way —

The weirdos always knew to stay.

If you bind me, I’ll still rise,

With storm clouds in my eyes.

We don’t beg, we don’t behave,

We hexed the rules they gave.

We are the weirdos, baby —

Dizzy, damned, and maybe

Closer to truth than light,

Drunk on the edge of night.

We are the weirdos, baby —

Laughing while it’s raining.

Don’t try to save me, don’t you dare —

We made heaven out of nowhere.