Butterscotch Eraserheads

You can take me to the prom, promise not to tell your mom
Mama never tells you why, but she kicks you in the eye
I don't think she understands, I just wanna hold your hand
I don't even own a car, so we couldn't get that far

Father Marcus said to me, just confess and you'll be free
Sit you down upon my my lap, tell me your sins just like that
He said "Babe, you know the rules, you're livin' in a Catholic school"
All the teachers say you're fine, but they don't have dirty minds

I am only in my teens, I live only for my dreams
I cannot be made to stay
Life's a journey anyway
Life's a journey anyway, hey

[Guitar Solo]

Teacher, teacher please make me well
I don't want to go to hell
Teacher, teacher what can I do
"I don't know boy, it's up to you"

Its' time to free your mind
It's time to cleanse your soul
It's time to free your mind
It's time to cleanse your soul