Good Kids Bad Kids

Ink in their skin, hues in their hair
Rings in their noses, and you think they don't care
Books in their hands, brains filled with words
Helmets on heads, now you think that they're nerds

Some feel invincible, others invisible
Some typical, digital, cynical, criminal
Angry sad tired, betrayed and neglected
Happy, excited, respected, connected

What if most of the good kids were bad kids?
What if most of the bad kids were good?
If everyone could just switch roles for a day
Do you think that we would?

Look around in the classroom and who fills the desks?
People in boxes, not allowed to be complex
By their chairs, rolled up paper for cheating on tests
Or portfolio folders of art that's their best

Instrument cases, lunch sacks, coffee mugs
Bags filled with pencils or makeup or drugs
Suppression of tears, exchanging of glances
A billion shared and unique circumstances

What if most of the good kids were bad kids?
What if most of the bad kids were good?
If everyone could just switch roles for a day
Do you think that we would?

Look around at a party and what do you see?
Smiling and dancing, plastic cups, glee
A kid in the corner who looks at their phone
Sister locked in her bedroom with earplugs, alone

Down in the basement, a game of blackjack
Upstairs in the bathroom a panic attack
And then there are those who don't bother to try
For a party like that, they're too smart, bored, or shy

Is it safe to be stupid?
Is it stupid to be safe?
Is it good to be a little bit bad?
Or is it cowardly to be brave?

What if most of the good kids were bad kids?
What if most of the bad kids were good?
If everyone could just switch roles for a day
Do you think that we would?

What if most of the good kids were bad kids?
What if most of the bad kids were good?
If everyone could just switch roles for a day
Do you think that we would?



Credits
Writer(s): Maya Bode
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