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“School Is Like Prison…But With Less Ass Rape”
(This part is played slowly with acoustic guitar and vocals only. It’s sung to the tune of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”.)

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher
We have broken every rule
We have sat in every corner
Of the whole damn school
As truth is marching on
Glory, glory, Hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I met her at the door
With a loaded 44
As truth is marching on

(Actual song begins here)

My parents and the government say
“An education is great”
I watch as my family waves good bye
As I’m marched right through the gate
Then they turn around and lock the door
I’m going to be bored forever more
Because schools like a prison…but with less ass rape

(speed drumming as other instruments break in)

LET’S GO!
They put you into a crowded cell
With a bunch of people
Who’re noisy and who smell
You have no chance for parole
You’re forced to see the half not the whole
They make you have to conform
Just to fit in with societies norm
But I say, “Fuck that shit”

(chorus)
Schools like prison…
But with less ass rape
They surround you with jocks and preps
Wannabe gangstas and posers
Ah hell, that’s just great
I don’t even know if I’ll survive till the end of the day
Gonna burn this mother fucker down before it’s too late

Jesus Christ this place sucks
The teachers are annoying fucks
Most of the students grate on my nerves
I hate them, that’s just swell
I hope they burn in hell
If you’re a punk, a goth, or a nerd
Metalhead, ska kid, hipster, it’s absurd
They treat you like crap just cause you’re not like them
(chorus x3)

You’re beaten if you’re deemed “uncool”
You’re hunted down if you skip school
Don’t even get me started on if you’re gay or bi
Hall monitors will kick your ass
Just cause you forgot your hall pass
It’s enough to make you heave a depressed sigh
Oh now let me tell you about the teachers
They force shit on you till you’re bored to tears
And they prey upon your deepest darkest fears
We waste six hours of our day
And when we think we’ve got away
They shove homework down your goddamn throat
The food here makes me wanna vomit
I think the potpie crust is made with Comet
The lunch ladies are Satanists
Man that explains why the food makes me pissed
Cause they get it from the Prince of Lies
The fries are bad enough to make you cry

(chorus x3)

(Song quiets down going back to acoustic guitar and vocals)

We’ve had enough of learning stuff
That we already know
We’re sick of all the jocks, the preps,
And girls dressed like hoes
We have the right to learn what we want
To get through this world of strife
(vocal only part here)
And if you don’t agree with us
Then get a fucking life!

(Instruments come back here)
(chorus x4)

We have a right, to learn what we like

Description
“School Is Like Prison…But With Less Ass Rape”
(This part is played slowly with acoustic guitar and vocals only. It’s sung to the tune of “The Battle Hymn of the Republic”.)

Mine eyes have seen the glory
Of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher
We have broken every rule
We have sat in every corner
Of the whole damn school
As truth is marching on
Glory, glory, Hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I met her at the door
With a loaded 44
As truth is marching on

(Actual song begins here)

My parents and the government say
“An education is great”
I watch as my family waves good bye
As I’m marched right through the gate
Then they turn around and lock the door
I’m going to be bored forever more
Because schools like a prison…but with less ass rape

(speed drumming as other instruments break in)

LET’S GO!
They put you into a crowded cell
With a bunch of people
Who’re noisy and who smell
You have no chance for parole
You’re forced to see the half not the whole
They make you have to conform
Just to fit in with societies norm
But I say, “Fuck that shit”

(chorus)
Schools like prison…
But with less ass rape
They surround you with jocks and preps
Wannabe gangstas and posers
Ah hell, that’s just great
I don’t even know if I’ll survive till the end of the day
Gonna burn this mother fucker down before it’s too late

Jesus Christ this place sucks
The teachers are annoying fucks
Most of the students grate on my nerves
I hate them, that’s just swell
I hope they burn in hell
If you’re a punk, a goth, or a nerd
Metalhead, ska kid, hipster, it’s absurd
They treat you like crap just cause you’re not like them
(chorus x3)

You’re beaten if you’re deemed “uncool”
You’re hunted down if you skip school
Don’t even get me started on if you’re gay or bi
Hall monitors will kick your ass
Just cause you forgot your hall pass
It’s enough to make you heave a depressed sigh
Oh now let me tell you about the teachers
They force shit on you till you’re bored to tears
And they prey upon your deepest darkest fears
We waste six hours of our day
And when we think we’ve got away
They shove homework down your goddamn throat
The food here makes me wanna vomit
I think the potpie crust is made with Comet
The lunch ladies are Satanists
Man that explains why the food makes me pissed
Cause they get it from the Prince of Lies
The fries are bad enough to make you cry

(chorus x3)

(Song quiets down going back to acoustic guitar and vocals)

We’ve had enough of learning stuff
That we already know
We’re sick of all the jocks, the preps,
And girls dressed like hoes
We have the right to learn what we want
To get through this world of strife
(vocal only part here)
And if you don’t agree with us
Then get a fucking life!

(Instruments come back here)
(chorus x4)

We have a right, to learn what we like