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Please, stop talkin' 'bout yourself that way as if you have a smaller brain No one's buying that but you You care too much about your good grades and all the things your teachers say Don't you know those thing will never last? Educated idiot In the desk right next to me Educated idiot Writing on the board where you teach Educated idiot Your words, they sound so sweet From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week, once or twice a week Well I don't want to know how much you get paid or hear the ***** details 'bout the last time you got laid Sometimes you really make me sick You act like you have somethin' important to say but then you treat people like animals no, only a fool will listen to a word of it Educated idiot In the desk right next to me Educated idiot Writing on the board where you teach Educated idiot Your words, they sound so sweet From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week, once or twice a week Oh, how do drugs and cigarettes help us to achieve the greatness locked inside of us that no one else sees We're all wandering aroung on nameless roads the destination no one knows Lookin for a chance to bathe in the see Please, don't be The Educated idiot In the desk right next to me Educated idiot Writing on the board where you teach Educated idiot Your words, they sound so sweet From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week, once or twice a week
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Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 11:46 AM UTC
The Educated Idiot
Please, stop talkin' 'bout yourself that way as if you have a smaller brain No one's buying that but you You care too much about your good grades and all the things your teachers say Don't you know those thing will never last? Educated idiot In the desk right next to me Educated idiot Writing on the board where you teach Educated idiot Your words, they sound so sweet From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week, once or twice a week Well I don't want to know how much you get paid or hear the ***** details 'bout the last time you got laid Sometimes you really make me sick You act like you have somethin' important to say but then you treat people like animals no, only a fool will listen to a word of it Educated idiot In the desk right next to me Educated idiot Writing on the board where you teach Educated idiot Your words, they sound so sweet From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week, once or twice a week Oh, how do drugs and cigarettes help us to achieve the greatness locked inside of us that no one else sees We're all wandering aroung on nameless roads the destination no one knows Lookin for a chance to bathe in the see Please, don't be The Educated idiot In the desk right next to me Educated idiot Writing on the board where you teach Educated idiot Your words, they sound so sweet From the pulpit where you preach once or twice a week, once or twice a week
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Feb 1, 2011
Feb 1, 2011 at 11:46 AM UTC
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