Rebel Children


Sick and tired of being sick and tired.

You scream our way, it will backfire.

Are we out? Is it time?

Do you give a crap, Mrs. Madeline?

Is it necessary that we know,

what becomes of the "planet" Pluto?

No one cares about politics.

We're undereducated to the extreme. We've become lunatics.

Talk louder, we cannot hear your voice.

In that case, we'll rejoice.

W'ell get loud and abnoxious.

Let's dance around your dead carcas.

The lessons and the lectures that we hate,

please don't mind that we abbreviate.

The day is done. The day was long.

You're no longer our boss. We're headstrong!


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