How do you plan to get out If you stay right here Fall for your education I've shot the crows in the garden I've pulled the weeds from your armor Goodbye to green fields where the wind blows all the grass in I've never seen you do your taxes here I guess it's all an adjustment I am carved in stone, From my roll I've Seen you sing and turn off speakers But there are songs that deserve no listeners And now I guess I wrote a song about it But I'm not sure I was the one who started it Long, short, curly and a mess I've fixed my head it's working like it should Touched by the faces, looks like I've been to hell On a proper substantial scholarship And the kids Do what they know You're always slipping here Near the desk