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 LyricsKeeper