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Central H.S. - 4th Period


Verse 1


Rumors of a scorched earth are real

I see it the eyes of every

Prepubescent prick pressed up against the walls


I can see it

All the sweet valley high school bombshells

Walking the hallways with their

Pretty, pretty varsity boy toys


I'm forced to shut up and listen

To these paragons of absolute wisdom

Teaching me how to live

And die inside of their fucking box


The elite don’t think they’re better than you

They know it


Chorus


Unleash your boredom

Boys and girls

There is no future

In this sick sad world


Bridge


Sick of the same old sick

Sick of the

Same old sickness

(repeat)


Verse 2


Parental parasites

They want to leech on their own blood

We're exploited


I wonder if I’ve been sent off

To be educated or eradicated

I hope this is goodbye


I would rather be

On the bus with these murder hawks

Than to hear your daily proclamations

Of how "He needs to learn

To be a man"


I don’t care

I don’t care if I’m never heard or seen again

In your house

My heart and my voice

Never had a place


Chorus


Unleash your boredom

Boys and girls

There is no future

Burn down the world


Bridge


Sick of the same of old sick

Sick of the

Same old sickness

(repeat)


Verse 3


Hate has become my life

You want me to apologize to the class for being late?

I solemnly swear your class isn't boring

It’s just that

My mother's too strung out to give a shit


I don’t care


And my father figure is

One bad day from putting me

Into the ground

Everything is falling apart

While I’m confined to this desk


I don’t care


You think these walls are a safe place?

I'm in the back of the class

With the D Boys

I can't breathe unless they allow it


I don’t care


You want me to answer your questions?

What lessons could you give me?

How to survive?


I don’t care

I don't care and could give a fuck less

About passing your fucking test

Class is over


Chorus


Unleash your boredom

Boys and girls

There is no future

Fuck the world


Bridge


Sick of the same old sick

Sick of the

Same old sickness

(repeat)


Outro


Home is homicide

(repeat)