Letras:D.B.S.. North America Sux. Expectations.

he's the type to always get good grades, make the honor role, his parents are so proud of him but they never noticed he doesn't smile...but today he's coming home with a test marked with an "f", smiling for the first time and he thinks to himself as he walks through the door and sees all the a's posted on the fridge, boy won't they be mad now he's finally learned to live like a kid, expectations out the window boy won't they be mad now he's finally doing things for himself expectations out the window she's the type to always win the race, cross the finish line, her coach pats her on the back, as her friends shout "victory", she pretends that she cares...but today she's having the time of her life as she walks around the track, her opponents running way ahead as she thinks to herself and she smiles... [chorus]