Written by Joel Little/Ella Yelich O'Connor
F I'm in a clique but I want out C It's not the same as when I was punched In the old days there was enough F The card games and ease with the bitter song of blood I was in but I want out C My mother's love is choking me I'm sick of words that hang above my head F What about the kid? It's time the kid got free C We are proud of the love club F Everything will glow for you C Go get punched for the love club F For the love club. F I joined the club and it's all on C There are fights for being my best friend And the girls get the claws out F There's something about hanging out the wicked kids Take the pill make it too ill C The other day I forgot my old address I'm sitting pretty on the throne, there's nothing more I want F Except to be alone. C We are proud of the love club F Everything will glow for you C Go get punched for the love club F For the love club. F C F C C Your clothes are soaked and you don't know where to go So drop your chin and take yourself back home F And roll out your maps and papers C Find out your hiding places again The only problem that I got with the club F Is how you're severed from the people who watched you grow up When you're a member go on your great adventure again N' we'll be waiting at the end C We are proud of the love club F Everything will glow for you C Go get punched for the love club F For the love club. F C F C