| Here at lunch hour at Municipal High
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| We’ll see something over the edge
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| This school is about to see more things crash
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| Then when you first failed Drivers Ed
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| Everybody that’s inside will be caught in the fight
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| First somebody screams
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| Then food begins to fly
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| Milk cartons raised forward toward the sky
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| The room quickly erupts
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| It cannot be controlled
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| The brawl suddenly begins to explode
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| Soldiers from all grades choose sides
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| Combat has begun. |
| Who will survive?
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| Teachers run in fear fleeing the hall
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| No one can escape the food brawl
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| Refreshments become ammunition
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| The tables is your only cover
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| There’s shit all on your favorite shirt
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| Now somebody’s gonna suffer
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| First somebody screams
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| Then food begins to fly
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| Milk cartons raised forward toward the sky
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| Soldiers from all grades choose sides
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| Combat has begun. |
| Who will survive?
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| Teachers run in fear fleeing the hall
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| No one can escape the food brawl
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| It rains condiments and the floor runs slick
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| With Wednesdays special lunch dish
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| The jocks are cornered and the principal is a goner
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| As the faculty looks on in horror
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| Those who oppose will fall
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| The lunch hall food brawl! |