Lyrics
How do you plan to get out
If you stay right here
Fall for your education
I've shot the crows in the garden
I've pulled the weeds from your armor
Goodbye to green fields where the wind blows all the grass in
I've never seen you do your taxes here
I guess it's all an adjustment
I am carved in stone,
From my roll I've
Seen you sing and turn off speakers
But there are songs that deserve no listeners
And now I guess I wrote a song about it
But I'm not sure I was the one who started it
Long, short, curly and a mess
I've fixed my head it's working like it should
Touched by the faces, looks like I've been to hell
On a proper substantial scholarship
And the kids
Do what they know
You're always slipping here
Near the desk