I'm falling back asleep again

Dreaming of the greenest grass

Violently I'm woken up

I realize that I'm still in class



I'm wondering what I'm doing here

As I'm staring at the clock

The hostility seems to grow

With every tick and tock



As I'm walking through the hallway

I hear a little cough

"That shirt don't say Badin kid

You'll have to take it off"



Then I see a balding man

The source of my despair

"It can't be in the middle kid

You'll have to change your hair"



"And what's that writing on your arm

No, that just won't do

Go over there and wash it off

And also change your shoes"



My creativeness is leaving me

It's coming out as drool

"But Open House is coming up

You must promote our school"



My hair is almost all gone now

You can't recognize my face

Why'd they make me do this

I think I hate this place



I'm waking up from class again

The teacher calls my name

But he's looking at a different kid

We all look the same



What have they done to me

I wonder as I hear the bell

I'm not an individual

This place might just be hell