you take your clothes off right after school
the tv's on the flame is blue
and you hope it won't take all afternoon
the tv's waiting to talk to you
it's your naked body on white valour
but there's no feeling, just weight on you
but you get nauseous now, as he speaks to you
such proper language, for acts so cruel
he says we all follow the rules
we can't go and break them now can we?
your older sisters, i had them too
but you're my favorite, you know its true
you look like your mother, in that thin disguise
your parting mouth, your shining eyes
and the way that you hate me
and the length of your hair
it's the reason i make you
it's the bond that we share
'cause you were all turned to indoors
you could easily go and make your own life somewhere
with the sun beams bright
but you keep your eyes shut
with the alarm clock lies
get to school on time
but you're a bag of warm fluid
or you're the coarse in the class
you walk near to your locker
you lay so low in the grass
did you get that coat from the principal?
did you get that bruise on the bus?
you should wash your hair more
you should look more like us
but i saw you walking once, under powder blue skies
you look cold still, your collar was high
and i tried to talk to you, but you walked right by
i don't know which i said then...hello or goodbye?
well we're all trying to be pure
but it isn't a very easy thing now is it?
to do...isn't it?