They Made Me Do It
There was a pretty elf crouched by a window on the forth floor singing me Tori Amos (even though she wasn't on drugs)
They took a vote and we made superheros out of string that were completely useless in saving us or getting Alex into a cab... (Pivo)
Little baby turned one and I poured Champagne for her and the suits and cigars...
Could I trouble you....
yes sir, mr. Reptile sir....
They took a vote and we made superheros out of string that were completely useless in saving us or getting Alex into a cab... (Pivo)
Little baby turned one and I poured Champagne for her and the suits and cigars...
Could I trouble you....
yes sir, mr. Reptile sir....
posted by Nanashi Travelling at 7:32 AM
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Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school.
Tell your mum what to expect, she says its right out of the blue.
'Do you want to work in debenhams, because thats what they expect
Start in lingerie, and doris is your supervisor'
And the head said that you always were a queer one from the start,
for careers you say you went to be remembered for your art.
Your obsessions get you known throughout the school for being strange, making life-size models of the velvet underground in clay.
In the queue for lunch they take the piss, you've got no appetite, and the rumour is you never go with boys and you are tight so they jab you with a fork, you drop the tray and go berserk.
While your cleaning up the mess the teachers looking up your skirt.
You've been used, you're confused
Write a song, I'll sing along
Are you calm? settle down.
Soon you will know that you are sane...
...You're on top of the world again
Monday morning wake up knowing that you've got to go to school
Mum said she had little choice when she was young, so why should you?
Do you went to work in c&a, cause thats what they expect.
Move to ladieswear and take a feel off joe the storeman.
Tell veronica the secrets of the boy you never kissed, she's got everything to gain cause she's a fat girl with a lisp. She sticks up for you when you get aggravation from the snobs
cause you cant afford a blazer and you're always wearing clogs.
At the interval you lock yourself away inside a room. Head of english gets you, asks you 'What the hell do you think youre doing?
Do you think youre better then the other kids? well get outside.'
Youve got permission, but you've got to make the bastard think he's right.
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