a fool who'd walk into home room in a bad mood
day dreamin' in 2nd period with a desk full of drool
bout to quit this, pick up 2x4's and a set of tools
nobody can tell nothin
teachers always on my case gotta be buggin
sayin i talk too much & nothin' but an interruption
imma volcanic eruption and quick at the jaw
"mr. leppek get out in the hall!
ill be out there to talk about all the rules you broke this fall!"
but i'd split as fast as i could, like they was the law
im jumpin fences in the woods, scratches all along my palms
thought i knew everything and bit the hand that fed
all i thought about was girls, money, and my death
fuckk... sometimes i really hate school...all semester long ive had time to write 15 papers on current events on chapters we studied in Psych. and i have 5 papers done and its do tommorow. i really dicked my self. i cant get shit done because im just day dreamin about drinkin'
