Schoolin'

Brother you look like the

Taj Mahal

One colossal dome above you and the smell of something other

A pillar and a scimitar

A little…

Yes I miss you like a formless hide

Stretching over me and dangled from the coastguard in a chopper

The scaffold of me all awry

A little...

Broke your shoulder on the library steps

Hanging 'round there in the dark just doing nothing or whatever

What do you mean you saw the stars?

You little...

I could write it in a murder font

I could say it in a way that would be lying or whatever

I don't want them to tell us apart!

You say that

I'm an overlord?

I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant

In watery blasts, then all of my past!

You seen me on the bridge a lot.

But I never leapt over, the pent upper

My number is up, my number is up

But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "Praise the lord"

And "Pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "You matter not, and you matter not"

And is it, the flogging of a

Flintstone

That I'm supposed to be?

The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin'

The drummer goes on, the drama goes on (Teach me how to hold)

And I don't wanna make a scene

I don't wanna think about the 3rd world hunger or whatever '

Cause thinking always comes across

A little...

There's a meeting of the worlds tonight

Right above my head a miracle the sun erupt forever

I barely ever raise my eyes

A little (Teach him how to hold!)

And oh I wanna make the peace

And God I gotta be on the train past the ruins the wall and the druids oh please

I'm whining like a breaking bus

Maybe I can sit here and do nothing clever with a laser

I'm not about to open up!

You say that

I'm an overlord?

I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant

In watery blasts, then all of my past!

You seen me on the bridge a lot.

But I never leapt over, the pent upper

My number is up, my number is up

But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "Praise the lord"

And "Pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "You matter not, and you matter not"

And is it, the flogging of a

Flintstone

That I'm supposed to be?

The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin'

The drummer goes on, the drama goes on

The drummer goes on, the drama goes on

My number is up, my number is up

Earth, I take a long time, to learn about the big one

Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and

I learn nil about

Earth Remember how men, would understand the heavens

But leaving those streetlights on

You can't see nothing there

So learn me anything good

Teach me something that works,

I take a long time, to learn about the big one

Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and

I learn **** about

Earth Remember good men, would understand the heavens

And leaving those streetlights on

A ghost dark hemisphere

Earth I take a long time, to learn about the big one

Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and

I learn **** about

Earth Remember good man, you understand the heavens

But leaving those streetlights on?