Teacher moves me from seat to seat, huh. All I do is talk. "Teacher, may I use the bathroom please?. Yes, it's an emergency". . Teacher makes me take my test first.
You're a worker bee. Can't you see?. A cog in the wheel. Of their factory. You'll do what you're told. Until you grow old. Or you get laid off. Because the company's sold.
Sitting around watching T. V.. Taking it slow, taking it easy. Wanting to buy, wanting to hide. And I'm wondering, wondering, wondering why.. Why is the word I want to hear.
Who am I. D. R. I.. Who am I?. Three simple words. Who am I?. A human being. Who am I?. This weird thing. Who am I?. Not what I seem.
You should have gone to Canada. You could have run away. But you couldn't shame your parents. You say you had to stay. So you get yourself drafted. So you went ahead and went.
Forces united the choice is yours. Violent pacification. . Forces united the choice is yours. Violent pacification. . We'll force you to be nice to each other.
I can't tell you anything you don't already know. And I'm really not the type to say, "I told you so.". But accidents can always happen, death is always near.
Hungry vets carrying signs to our shame. Starving homeless soldiers. And who's to blame?. Once protected our freedom and our lives. Now society has cut all ties.
Tone deaf - I can't play an instrument. Tone deaf - I can't even sing. Tone deaf - I have to wear ear plugs. . The noise makes my ears ring. They told me when I was eleven.
Swimming through black Vaseline. Is my existence just a dream?. Can not tell which way is up. What's below or what's above. Fighting for a breath of air.
There's a gig. At 5th and Main. Gonna catch the bus. Or take the train. We'll steal or find. Or borrow cash. And we'll be there. Ready to thrash. . The band kickes in.
HOW CAN YOU BE SO QUICK TO CONDEMN. BY WORD OR RUMOR, HEARD FROM A FRIEND?. ONE CAN'T BELIEVE ALL THAT ONE HEARS. IT'S YOUR DECISION, AND NOT YOUR PEERS.
I got a letter in the mail just the other day. Opened it up, this is what it had to say:. "Wouldn't you please give us the pleasure. Of having you at our table tonite?.
They force feed you love, then serve you hate. What are they teaching? I just can't relate. Altar boys are the victims he defiled. He took advantage of the virgin child.
I'm on a roll. Out of control. Another one night stand. I can't get away. 'Cause I'm on display. But I can't see you, man. . [CHORUS]. . Smile for the cameras.
Day after day I comb my brain. Searching for words which sound the same. Choosing these words and making them fit. Hoping, somehow, they'll all make sense.
Fighting this society, there's only one way to win. We must stick together through all thick and thin. Cross over the line of your stubborn, closed mind.
There once was a park where the kids used to go. But not anymore 'cause their parents all know. There's junkies and whores and bums drinking beer. And the tragic event that happened last year.
SUIT AND TIE GUY. WITH HIS FASHION PHASES. AND HIS QUARTERLY RAISES. FEELS HE'S BETTER THAN YOU AND ME. SUIT AND TIE GUY. THINKS HE'S REAL CUTE. IN THE BATHROOM FOR A TOOT.
Ever had one of those days? Argumentative, no incentive. Can't do anything right. I'm trying so hard to analyze and compromise. But there's no solution in sight.