The train wreck you see
Crashed by accident
Ch ch ch ch,
In a purposeful maneuver
Ch ch ch ch, it couldn't stop moving, running, it was racing,
Driven down the path of sleepless
And assignments and worksheets
Can't keep avoiding
But I could, I wish I had
I wish I could hear people sing
And I wish I could write
Freedom, and write, freedom I. I, I;
I wish people could think, between the ages of six and twenty
I wish we were people too, me and you
And not servants to the reputation of a school
Echoing through the hallways is the chorus "kill me now"
Are we still joking? After all these years
Of hurt and hurt
(Do we still think the fact that all students hated and forgetted school is just the problem of some next generation?)
Give me revival
A resurrection after twelve grades in the tomb.
Give me freedom or give me doom.