Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Classroom, artist - Princess Superstar. Album song My Machine, in the genre Электроника
Date of issue: 08.01.2005
Record label: Princess Superstar
Song language: English
The Classroom |
Hmm, very poignant |
And now I point to the teacher and the classroom |
And our wild tale commences |
Hello everyone, welcome to ancient speaking class |
You must speak, that’s what I’m teaching |
If you’re going to telepath you’re wasting my time so don’t spaz |
Hey I heard that! |
Who just thought their teacher has a big ass |
Don’t think nasty things like that when everyone here can telepath |
Well this is fun, I know it’s difficult without tongues |
But you’re young, still have lots of time to sunscreen under one of the suns |
Now who wants to start, will it be you Intel Inside, or you Just Do It |
Perhaps Got Milk wants to begin, oh, Coke Is It, stand don’t sit |
Hit it, ba-da-ba-ba-ba, I’m lovin' it, you begin your report |
Don’t use your ?, use your rusty, a little dusty, mouth and larynx |
Right where you used to put a sandwich, see if we can manage |
But we’re gonna need a beat, in order for you to handle it |
Uh, I’m teaching you in rhyme |
Since archaeologists found only Shakespeare and B.I.G.'s «Ready To Die» |
When time and age was counted, measured, money was pleasure |
Babies branded out the ad campaigns forever |
The old world was confused |
Attaching themselves to the biblical by the umbilical |
Ironically so much like the amoeba they sprung from, the evolution was syphical |
But I get ahead of myself, or is that behind myself |
Perhaps Coke Is It wants to do her report first, I’m asking |
But remember kids, no telepathing |
My, um, um, ancient speaking report |
Is on my great-to-the-50th-power grandmother whose name was Superstar |
I am the descendant of a duplicant |
A cycophant from a cloning plant |
Right, uh, the year of her was 2080 |
Understandably illusive since we don’t count time anymore maybe |
It’s a bit hazy, but Superstar was crazy |
An entertainer back when there was entertainment, pleasure for payment |
So that everybody would stop their complainin' |
She was very very bad, and I don’t mean bad meaning good |
I’ll explain how bad Superstar was if I could |
In those strange days each human |
Was allowed one exact clone or duplicant as they called them |
To do his bidding, his drinking, his pigging |
His cigging, or his unpleasant slash moral thinking |
One could do it at any age |
And as the originals change, the duplicant would rearrange |
But our derranged Superstar was thinking |
Why just one duplicant, when she could have a troupe of them, mmhmm |
Why settle for one when she could make thousands of bad girl clones |
To get a better job done (well what was she like when she was young?) |
She dreamed of being a celebrity just like everyone |
It was 2005, a strange time to be alive |
She knew if she couldn’t be famous in her time |
She would be one day in 2080 |
So she found a super computer MRI baby (wow!) |
That would preserve her mind until the world was ready to comply |
I ain’t gonna lie |
Not only does she become famous, she becomes the only famous person alive |
Listen to her plot, playin' with her friends when she was only nine |
(What an insane mind!) yeah, thank God it’s not mine |