Hunger Strike I go to a fascist school
Everybody's a yuppie who thinks they're cool
Everybody's white
Everybody's rich
All the teachers are either fascists
Or a heinous bitch
The school prepares us for college
Don't teach us shit about life
We have a uniform and chapel services
That shit just ain't right!
They don't let us stand in the hallways
The reason why not they won't tell
But they'll tell us how to write essays
Every minute in school is hell
Right now in math we study algebra
And we solve equations in class
Everybody just memorizes formulas
So that they can pass
And I don't give a rat's ass 'bout math
It's evil, it steals your soul, for real!
I hate my school so much sometimes
That I just can't deal...
Can't deal with it
Can't stand that shit
The administration, they're all fascists
Stupid, ignorant regulations
It really tries my patience
Maybe if I can hitchhike across the nation
I can escape this ordeal
Maybe I can run away to LA
Give a few old pedophiles blowjobs along the way
It'd be worth it just to get away...
Cuz the problems, well they continue
And if you will, here's a few
I'm not getting good grades
Cuz I don't fit in
Into the curriculum
I don't fit in
Cuz everybody's so normal n' I'm so weird
And, it makes me sick, all these kids are reared
To believe all that matters is money
They're so materialistic it just ain't funny
All these fuckin yuppies, they really make me sick
Ima prolly be poor when I come of age
Cuz I don't wanna take a job just for the pay
And people who do, they formulate my rage
I wanna be a political activist
I wanna bash all the crazy-ass fascists
And I wanna write my bizarre short stories
Whenever I get a chance, maybe jot down some lyrics
Most of all, I don't want work to be obligatory
I wanna live a free-lance life
I wanna take a chance with life
Don't wanna fall into a boring corporation
Don't wanna become what I hate so great
I wanna bring change to this nation
Maybe that's why I'm an enemy of the state
What I wanna do, it won't bring much pay
What I wanna do makes the CIA
Have to follow me, they think I'm a terrorist
Just because I hate all them fascists
So when I work, I won't become rich
But at least I'll be happy
My classmates, they just don't realize
Money don't buy happiness
I wish they would just open their eyes
But they're brainwashed by materialism
And meanwhile I'm oppressed by fascism
And I'm sure there are many more -isms
That I could mention if I wished
But I'm gonna proceed to other points
Cuz I bitched enough about this...
I been bitching a lot lately
Cuz I'm hating my situation
School sucks cuzza the administration
I get bad grades cuz I don't fit in
Then I go home, get bitched at for my grades
Go back to school, everybody wants to get paid
It seems my life's becoming a cycle
I go to school, it's always the same
Some bad grades here, maybe a good grade there
N' I'm just wishing I hadn't came
Cuz I just don't care
About my grades
But my parents sure as hell do
When they see those "B"s on my report card
They flip out, for real, it's true!
So because I don't fit in
I am disciplined
And it ain't just bad grades why they act so irately
They think that I'm on drugs too
Every chance they get they berate me
And now, I'll describe to you today
When school had come to an end
I went to my house with some friends
We went up to my room
And we were just chillin'
But then everything got all illin'
Outside of my room there was a burning scent
And my mom freaked out
After all my friends left, she began to lament
She screamed, made threats, and yo did she shout
She told me she knew what we'd done up there
I told her we hadn't done shit
And that was the absolute truth
But she didn't believe it a bit
So take a guess what the bitch decided to do?
The bitch GROUNDS me
I'm all like, ZOUNDS, see
The thing that really gets at me
Is we weren't doin nothing
We weren't getting high
But she's a psycho bitch
Don't need a reason why
So as I kiss my social life goodbye
For the next few days
I'm gonna be full of spite
And I'm gonna do what I feel is right
I'm going on a hunger strike!
When I get home from school tomorrow
Hopefully I can inflict some sorrow
Upon my parents for their misdeeds
I'll ignore all my dietary needs
And I'll lock myself up in my room
And there's no way I'll open my door
As they fume as they presume
That I am reflecting on my transgression
I will spite, and I will fight
I will uphold integrity and feel depression
And whatever I do, I will not eat
And whatever I do, I will not be beat