Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Creature In the Classroom, artist - Passage. Album song Creature in the Classroom, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 09.05.2004
Record label: anticon
Song language: English
Creature In the Classroom |
«zero hero knife fight, schedule of feedback, |
creatures in the classroom want advanced placement, |
hepatitis roof rats man your battle stations. |
go ahead troubleshoot, we read you loud and clear, |
aspirin in the ice cream, commie fluoridation, |
post-encephalitic rut-stuck metal milk champs |
take on the army with jump ropes and switch blades. |
tin teeth, shin guard, first string rich kids |
get the indoor soccer flat soles, |
special needs kids get the med-head puppet show |
at little round tables with grad school ass holes. |
we kids sing: |
screw the floor plans. |
make a difference. |
never ask for help. |
always do your best. |
head’s a sinkhole, a tv trash can, |
they cut our crust off, we piss dristan. |
behavior problems, excessive absence… |
oopsey-daisy made an unmanned aircraft. |
defiant third grade special ed hercules |
is at far greater risk of being retained, |
his diminished activity is one indication |
that «yes, there is a problem and it must be addressed.» |
we kids sing: |
steal everything not nailed down. |
never sell to fascist loan or card sharks or wager on our parents' long shots. |
rank and file liars keep their socks on, |
the slow poke ice age prescribes too often. |
know a grown up by its ancient innoculation scarring. |
tranquilizer snails build solar sails |
despite the hammer-handed, consequence inflicting |
flat head community who rule with work-reward nintendo bribery. |
we take standardized tests in hyper colors and sweats, |
two million strong and trying to fly too fast. |
modify me. |
then delete me. |
fuck it, vaccinate me while i’m sleeping. |
i’m a fidgety phill, i am a heretic, |
i am lazy and rude and manipulative. |
hey new age bull dyke haircut dipshit, |
we will not respect your wishes |
to lock our dicks up in an office |
full of stuff that makes us nauseous, |
steal all you want with your fingers on fire, |
but melt my plastic and get your ass kicked |
we kids sing out rainbowed beat down, |
steal everything and run for it." |