Student Bodies - Rob Sonic

Hmmm, up early showered and ate breakfast

«Took the dog out?»

Yes mom just did

Hearts to me won, chew some gum, found freshmen

Half dead I got the bus ride headspins

Live, they give the teacher ether

At eleven thirty our time we can see her

Win it for the Gipper or the meat beneath her

No bother in the bitties with the freaky features

Laughing at the leisure suit, bootleg dime

By Mister Sayers wearing his toupee wrong

News days dawn in the age of Pong

Dot matrix and the faceless songs

Schoolyard rock is the place to be

Hit the A.V.

Room, sign the paper please

Through two-oh-six the adjacent wing

Near the music room where we would chase Eugene

And sang with Jesus, Loving you so

Where I first felt titty and administered smoke

To my friends like Mike and stuttering Joe

Where I first sipped vodka from a cup full of Coke

Broke mostly but today it’s chill

No beef with the bird chest nerds for milk

Money cause the day our attention will

Be mainly on the challenger’s engine tilt

Check this field with the reddest ink mark

Cause everyone’s accounted for, prepped and in our

Seats real quiet with some restless skin parts

Reaganomics promising the best was in charge

First time that I felt the country

Was bigger than myself and I owed it something

Even for one day I’m like guard the fucking

Place in case we were charged by Russians

Major Tom the cover’s closed

Simon Says that you can touch your toes

And smile for the camera under oath

Of a space program with a hundred holes

Exploding hopes wait did that

Just really happen and were they attacked?

Cut to the newsroom Razorbacks

No survivors, fade to black

Age intact I even laughed a bit

Cause everything that day felt accurate

And I still learned more than math from it

Like life is a box full of asterisks

You just never know when your measurements

Would fit nicely over an estimate

Of your coffin closed because your next of kin

Is some crazy motherfucker with some debts to fix

Precipice for the burning build

Attached to me now like a furnace filled

Full of gas, gullibility and serpent’s milk

On the day that the earth was turning still

(Can you fucking believe that shit?)

No I don’t really know what I be

No I don’t really know what I be

No I don’t really know what I be

No I don’t really know

No I don’t really know what I be

No I don’t really know what I be

No I don’t really know what I be

No I don’t really know

No I don’t really know

No I don’t really know

(I like it, it’s good right?)