The tea is on, the flame is blue
You hope this won't take all afternoon
The tv's waiting to talk to you
It's your naked body on white velour
But there's no feeling, just weight on you
You get nauseous now as he speaks to you
Such proper language for acts so cruel
You see we're all trying to endure
You could easily go and make your own life somewhere
Couldn't you?
And you keep your eyes shut, get to school on time
Where you're a bag of warm fluid
Where you're the corpse in the class
You walk so near to the lockers
You lay so low in the grass
Did you get that coat from the principal
Did you get that bruise on the bus
You should wash your hair more
You should look more like us
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