A young man slouched in his chair...
Young in mind, and doing time through the public school system
A worksheet had found him, that had traveled from the front
After you graduate, what do you want.....
Because he knew he could write with out making mistakes
And so he wrote and scribbled his rebellious note
Passed the teachers desk and to the front door
He handed in his paper getting ready for the attack
Through the eyes of nonconformity, his soul wanted to drown
And the rest of the crowd, that would just shoot off their mouths
Blue collar slobs, and shitting sports bars
Debt collectors and authority figure child molesters
Hanging with guys clearly older than he was
So, the moral of this story is that there is so much more....