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
