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
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