Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
4 years old and starting on the groundschool.
If you won’t work harder you’ll be entiteld as a fool.
Breaking all enthusiasm and your willing to have fun.
The way you should be acting, they won’t let you go till it is done.
Sadists on the highschool tell you what’s allowed and what can’t.
Pushing you in a direction, not yours but what they want.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
I want to change this fucking rules who keeping me from outtaside.
Within or without it, the sunn will never shine so bright.
Beer and heroine are keeping me alive.
But the awful truth is cutting my heart, with the sharpest knife.
Feeling all thrills and revolution is part a of mine.
Beautiful thaughts won’t work without beer or wine.
Waaaaaaaaaaaaaa,
Spitting on autority cause it’s wasting all my time.
For health and decentcy I couldn’t really give a dime.
These walls have just one goal my view on life scrumbling.
I hate to plan my future, so I prefer dumbling.
Why the fuck they don’t listen, or just don’t understand.
Reunite against them, just now all raise your hand.
Raise your hand…
Raise your hand…
Raise your hand…
I'm happy it is one of the first songs I wrote wich is not about getting mad or death, killing or suicide. :D. Please what do you think?
Ooooh, congratulations, you´ve written a great song!
That song appears to have a a lot of mysterious and hidden meanings... A quality many good songs have! ;-)