I'm going to tell you a story 
About what I did all day 
The story's about my old school 
And there's not too much to say 

I came from a school surrounded by fences 
The unbearable stench dulling my senses 
Walkie talkie ladies guared the grounds 
Stupid jocks and preppies ran all around 

I wrote my name on the bathroom wall 
Six teachers walked me down the hall 
The principal's office is where I sat 
He beat me over the head with a baseball bat 
Got to get away 
Glad I got away