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School is such a drag when you're sitting there alone

When everyone is prone to see that you are stoned.

And all you want to do is TOKE TOKE TOKE!



You are all alone all the way at home

The bag is on the floor, the cops are at the door

What should I do, I'm pretty fuckin' screwed

I pick up the bags filled with fags and shrooms and weed

I shove them down my throat and hope that I won't choke

I run to the door and swollow the last spore

The bellows start as I hold in a fart

"It's Christmas Eve, just let me be, I want to have some fun."

"I know what you are doing, I can see that you are drooling."

I slammed the door in his face, and picked up a good pace.

I ran through the back, as if I was on track

The sirens blared as if he didn't care

"It's Christmas Eve you lazy fuck, turn them off you stupid cunt."

As if in Ballet I jumped into the alley

The cop drove up but I could not give up

I pulled down my pants and did a little dance

I tipped, I stumbled, I fell into a tumble

laying on the ground I laughed like a clown

That stupid little man then pinned me up against a can