Lyrics:

Call the cops and make it loud
Nowhere to hide away, nothing to bribe them with
I've got nothing against not being proud
To me it's alright, it's alright, it's alright
Grab what's going and make it mine
No sense in hanging round, waiting for hand-me-downs
I don't worry about being proud
As long as I'm alright, I'm alright, I'm alright

If you want it, make it yours
There's nothing bright about being undecided
If you want it, take it all
There's nothing cool about having to go without

Alright
Alright