Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Eating homework, artist - Themselves. Date of issue: 21.11.2019
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Eating homework |
| Wearing the beautiful silver ring my mother gave me |
| Suddenly a bite… as my fishing rod fell to the floor |
| Along with the label-less empty can of some processed vegetable |
| That had propped it up… |
| Our holy father is probably closer to the horseshoe crab than say… Jupiter |
| Or so I’ve been… i can’t believe what I’ve been taught to take note of as |
| precious |
| From the Pledge of Allegiance on down to the correct spelling of success |
| I don’t dream in cursive or standardized rigamaroling utility |
| Powerful being scoffs at dog ears and near |
| Truths smeared between index and appendix… but heck |
| I’m smart now and at least the lunches were hot… |
| George Washington, Woodrow Wilson, Baton Rouge, Louisiana |
| Texas the Longhorn State, refraction of light in the earth’s atmosphere |
| Triceratops, a-e-i-o-u and sometimes… |
| There’s no such thing as a dumb question |
| «Out damn spot», p.e.m.d.a.s., cosine of a 90 degree angle is Zero |
| «Et tu brute», whales and dolphins are people too |
| The Civil War was something to be proud of |
| Subject, prepositional phrase, predicate |
| And size order was only… the beginning |
| So I wonder, has my doodling suffered… |
| Who misses covering their textbooks |
| Authority figures folded hands silence… |
| Brainwashing is educational… |
| We, the schoolboard and the church and state |
| Acting on behalf of our sponsors… |
| Are here to protect you… all of you |
| From drugs and the slightest knowledge of sole purpose… |
| I never had a problem with cheating… |
| Upon receipt of your son and daughter’s scores |
| You may find him or her to be more than |
| Apt above average in kind of… well the following |
| I want my unicorn back… |
| And that last wish for an infinite amount of wishes… |
| The damned, the difficult, and the testable material… |
| That’s funny… yours says good job too… |
| I’m so bad with the names Of Mice and Men… |
| Huh huh… he's so creative… but he’s no xl-57 |
| These completely complacent self-sufficient offspring |
| Can be confined and reconfigured to appear |
| As any of the three sexes and have a complete record of |
| Every single thing there ever is and will be… |
| Fist fights… the twisted torture of social acclimation… |
| Bells clang to segment the fun-filled artificial day further |
| As several hundred Galapagan sea turtles line up to enter the building… |
| If you give them all different names and teach them all the same |
| Thing… the earth turns into toffee… |
| And you can find out how good people really, really are… |
| Static and cold… my formative years |
| Were spent projecting myself outside that window |
| From chair with a desk bolted to it |
| Bolted to it the sacrificial billy goat accepted |
| What had been pounded through it… |
| And the next person who encourages me… |
| Not to write in the first person gets left back |
| In case of fire, quietly and in an orderly fashion |
| Form a single file line in the front of the class |
| And wait for your instructor, facing the door |
| Continue towards the north stairwell |
| Then proceed calmly and quickly towards the nearest exit |
| Leave your bags and coats behind kindly… thank you |
| You can’t tell me I’m not good at math |
| Poor writer my… |
| I’ve got 25 jumping jacks left and two big circles to run in… |
| Don’t want to be late for attentive head nodding and tie tying class… |
| Present in six months, I’ll be a college graduate… |
| And then I’m gonna be… mr., dr., police, fire, space man |
| Ballerina, zookeeper, cowboy, president of the united states… |
| What are you gonna be… |
| Infected affected dyslexic skeptic disconnected just what they we are you |
| expected |
| Memorize that… I before E, except after C… |
| Wearing the beautiful silver ring my mother gave me |
| I see an assembly of these hideous curriculum monsters |
| Sharpening coccyx bones on a splintering rickety loom |
| All in a light grey auditorium through a knot in a boarded up window |
| That was painted shut by Satan and his vice principals |