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School Sucks,

I know

Work hard

to go

Up high

to nowhere

I’d rather just

sit & stare

 

For the ten thousand

million and first time today

I sat in the same damn chair

and stared off into space

 

Yeah I’m tired of all this shit

to hell with all of it

Feels like I’m gonna puke

after running 30 miles

so once again I’ll stare...

Just for a while.

 

Society

Penitentiary

Every ounce has got a hold of me

 

Heads up

Pencils down

I’m ready to get the fuck

outta this town

 

Staring at a wall

as if I’m not here at all

If you’d call my name

I’d sit in shame

Even though I knew the answer all along

 

Does that make sense?

In the past tense

Do you understand?

The last sentence

 

Of the Plot

‘Fraid I’ve not

Do you recall?

Not at all

Whoops miss, I forgot.

 

Yeah, School Sucks

I know

Let’s start a band

Where we gonna go?

 
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