ok start: Hi! Welcome to my schoolhouse Now it's time for everybody's favorite subject: math I go to school and get a corrupted education The time I spent here's left me yearning for vacation These notebooks that I seek, they are my key to liberty I think the teacher might be somewhat psychopathic Can't even figure out his basic mathematics Incomprehensible, close to impossible And as I get his problems incorrect, he directs I hear every door you open And I know just where you're goin' You're failing again and again My ruler's locked and loaded with my ulterior motives Think you can make it to the weekend? Better get out while you can Get out while you can The retributive rhythm of the metronomic master It echoes through the halls, I think it's getting faster Trying to get ahead but I just get detention Each step is filled with dread, he's paying close attention Freedom sounds so sublime (Sublime) but now it's sweeping time (Sweeping time) And as I do my very best, he still says
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