You take your clothes off Right after school The tea is 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 velor 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 [bad word] He says, we all follow [bad word] We can't very well go And break them now can we? For you, for you, for you
Your older sisters I had them too But you're my favorite You know it's [bad word] 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
'Cos you were all trying to endure it You could easily go and make your own life somewhere Couldn't you? Couldn't you? Couldn't you? Couldn't you? Couldn't you? Couldn't you? Couldn't you?"
With the sun beams bright You keep your eyes shut Your alarm clock lies Get to school on time
But you're a bag of warm fluid You're the corpse in the class You walk so near to your locker You lay so low in the grass
Did you get that coat from the principal? Did you get that [bad word] 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 looked 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"
And yet we're all trying to be pure But it isn't a very easy thing, now is it? To do, to do, to do, to do, to do, to do Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it? Isn't it?