Last call, last round
Roofie’s on the house
Make sure that you’ve got your hair pulled back
Or your dad just might have
To pull your freshly drowned and maimed chunks of liver Out from your bangs
Out from your bangs and he won’t understand
Why the check he wrote to pay for your books
Went straight up your button nose instead
Jeremy spoke in class today and this is what he said:
I raped Alice in chains with my nine inch nail
And now her reading rainbow‘s dead
Schools for facts and figures
Schools to multiply the odds of our demise
No child gets left behind
SATs to nonox-9
From juicebox days to Columbine
A pyramid of empties
We’re prime candidates for cyanide
It’s my fault for fucking up the kids
It’s my fault for buying in
It’s all my fault
From the cradle to the grave:
Like a production line for gorgeous brains
To be wild, oh, to break free
To forsake all that they’re teaching me to be
It’s all my fault
(It’s all your fault.)
I’m all to blame