Schoolin’ Everything Everything

[Verse 1]
Brother, you look like the Taj Mahal
One colossal dome above you and the smell of something other
A pillar and a scimitar, a little
Yes, I miss you like a formless hide
Stretching over me and dangled from the coastguard in a chopper
The scaffold of me all awry, you little
Broke your shoulder on the library steps
Hanging 'round there in the dark just doing nothing or whatever
What do you mean you saw the stars? You little
And I could write it in a murder font
I could say it in a way that would be lying or whatever
I don't want them to tell us apart

[Chorus]
You say that I'm an overlord?
I've got myself a fire hydrant with more tyrant
In watery blasts than all of my past
You seen me on the bridge a lot
But I never leapt over the pent upper
My number is up, my number is up
But infinite and joyless little high-fives are singing, "Praise the Lord"
And "Pitter-patter this schooling? Is this schooling?"
And "You matter not, and you matter not"
And is it the flogging of a Flintstone that I'm supposed to be?
The cerebellum get schooling and no schooling
The drummer goes on, the drama goes on