Lyrics Student Bodies - Rob Sonic

Student Bodies

Hmmm, up early showered and ate breakfast
«Took the dog out?»
Yes mom just did
Hearts to me won, chew some gum, found freshmen
Half dead I got the bus ride headspins
Live, they give the teacher ether
At eleven thirty our time we can see her
Win it for the Gipper or the meat beneath her
No bother in the bitties with the freaky features
Laughing at the leisure suit, bootleg dime
By Mister Sayers wearing his toupee wrong
News days dawn in the age of Pong
Dot matrix and the faceless songs
Schoolyard rock is the place to be
Hit the A.V.
Room, sign the paper please
Through two-oh-six the adjacent wing
Near the music room where we would chase Eugene
And sang with Jesus, Loving you so
Where I first felt titty and administered smoke
To my friends like Mike and stuttering Joe
Where I first sipped vodka from a cup full of Coke
Broke mostly but today it’s chill
No beef with the bird chest nerds for milk
Money cause the day our attention will
Be mainly on the challenger’s engine tilt
Check this field with the reddest ink mark
Cause everyone’s accounted for, prepped and in our
Seats real quiet with some restless skin parts
Reaganomics promising the best was in charge
First time that I felt the country
Was bigger than myself and I owed it something
Even for one day I’m like guard the fucking
Place in case we were charged by Russians
Major Tom the cover’s closed
Simon Says that you can touch your toes
And smile for the camera under oath
Of a space program with a hundred holes
Exploding hopes wait did that
Just really happen and were they attacked?
Cut to the newsroom Razorbacks
No survivors, fade to black
Age intact I even laughed a bit
Cause everything that day felt accurate
And I still learned more than math from it
Like life is a box full of asterisks
You just never know when your measurements
Would fit nicely over an estimate
Of your coffin closed because your next of kin
Is some crazy motherfucker with some debts to fix
Precipice for the burning build
Attached to me now like a furnace filled
Full of gas, gullibility and serpent’s milk
On the day that the earth was turning still
(Can you fucking believe that shit?)
No I don’t really know what I be
No I don’t really know what I be
No I don’t really know what I be
No I don’t really know
No I don’t really know what I be
No I don’t really know what I be
No I don’t really know what I be
No I don’t really know
No I don’t really know
No I don’t really know
(I like it, it’s good right?)