Breakout

Ev'ry week's the same;

stuck in school's so lame.

My parents say that I'm lazy;

gettin' up at eight a.

m.'s crazy!

Tired of bein' told what to do;

so unfair, so uncool.

The day's too long, and I'm holding on till I hear the bell ring,

'cause that's the time when we're gonna,

time when we're gonna break out;

let the party start.

We're gonna stay out,

gonna break some hearts.

We're gonna dance till the dance floor falls apart.

Uhoh, all over again.

We're gonna wake up ev'ry one we know.

We're gonna have some fun, gonna lose control.

It feels so good

to let go, oh, oh.

(Go, oh, oh.)

Hangin' out's just something we like to do;

my friends and the mess we get into.

These are the lessons that we choose,

not a book full of things we'll never use.

(Go, oh, oh.)