School

I'm going to tell you a story

About what I did all day

The story's about my old school

And there's not too much to say

I came from a school surrounded by fences

The unbearable stench dulling my senses

Walkie talkie ladies guared the grounds

Stupid jocks and preppies ran all around

I wrote my name on the bathroom wall

Six teachers walked me down the hall

The principal's office is where I sat

He beat me over the head with a baseball bat

Got to get away

Glad I got away