I feel myself getting sick, 
when summer ends and school begins. 
Oh how the desks begin to dig in my back. 
A sad semester encroaches. 
All the teachers and the coaches weren't tolerant 
of individuals who made up their own minds. 

I made mine too. 
'Cause I'm through. 

[spoken] 
Hey! What am I doing here? 
I have things to do, there's life outside - 
and I'm stuck inside this classroom. 

The loners become cops 
they grow more lonely in their squad cars. 
I find it funny how the all-stars 
are all old & fat. 
The cheerleaders have babies, 
with houses and husbands. 

They should have known.