And When They Asked Me About The Blood On The Lockers, I Got A Little Nervous A Verbal Equinox
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[Verse 1]
Pompous, they’d call me if they knew what I was
Thinking each time they started out a speech
Leading a bureaucracy of county college mockery
Learning how to flip a burger qualifies as your degree
It takes work to fail like you
My efforts topped by far and few
[Chorus]
Try to double back and take a second look at
All their eager faces burdened by the scuffed up
Dreams they once belonged to, longed to sing along to
Forget the senior class, I’vе got enough of my own
Try to double back and take a sеcond look at
All their eager faces burdened by the scuffed up
Dreams they once belonged to, longed to sing along to
Forget the senior class, I’ve got enough of my own
Graduate from this!
[Verse 2]
Hopeless, they call me on my social stance and—
Boring, you say I can’t have any fun
Sure, you know it sucks to be a victim of hypocrisy
All the things you rant about turn out as what you're soon to be
Pompous, they’d call me if they knew what I was
Thinking each time they started out a speech
Leading a bureaucracy of county college mockery
Learning how to flip a burger qualifies as your degree
It takes work to fail like you
My efforts topped by far and few
[Chorus]
Try to double back and take a second look at
All their eager faces burdened by the scuffed up
Dreams they once belonged to, longed to sing along to
Forget the senior class, I’vе got enough of my own
Try to double back and take a sеcond look at
All their eager faces burdened by the scuffed up
Dreams they once belonged to, longed to sing along to
Forget the senior class, I’ve got enough of my own
Graduate from this!
[Verse 2]
Hopeless, they call me on my social stance and—
Boring, you say I can’t have any fun
Sure, you know it sucks to be a victim of hypocrisy
All the things you rant about turn out as what you're soon to be
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