High School (Paste Ups)

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You’re walking down the hallway
You’ve got your books in your hands
They’re full of scribbly writing
That you don’t really understand
You’d like to sort of lose them
Yeah, lose ‘em if you can
But it’s running through your head what your mother said
“Girl you’ve got to go to school and don’t skip out”

Stick it out
Don’t drink
And don’t smoke
Till you get out of high school

High School

I picked her up outside the place
She had a briefcase in her hand
She was going on about something
But I didn’t understand
I thought I might have caught a word or two
About Mexico and a gun
And then, “I just can’t go on like this it just isn’t any fun…
And I gotta get out”

She just got out
She just got out
She just got out
She just got out of High School

High School

Pencil…What do I need a fucking pencil for?
I got it all in my head
Hallway…What? Pathway to nowhere, man
Principal?
Princi-pal
Ain’t no pal of mine
They’re just self-styled authority figures
That’s what they are
Self-styled authority figures
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