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Well we got no choice all the girls and boys
Makin' all that noise 'cause they found new toys
Well we can't salute ya can't find a flag if that don't suit ya that's a drag
School's out for summer school's out forever school's been blown to pieces
No more pencils no more books no more teacher's dirty looks yeah
Well we got no class and we got no principals and we got no innocence
We can't even think of a word that rhymes
School's out for summer school's out forever my school's been blown to pieces
No more pencils no more books no more teacher's dirty looks
Out for summer out till fall we might not come back at all
School's out forever school's out for summer
School's out with fever school's out completely
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I slipped into my jeans
Lookin hard and feelin mean
I took a spit at the moon
It's all in this luney tune
Just a little insane
A couple shots, I can't feel no pain
Hey, where have I been?
And who are these scary men?
Is this all real?
Is this all necessary?
Or it this a joke?
Many know I don't regret at all
They locked me up for good
Pinned me against the wall
I can't find the exit
I quit lookin for doors
I stole a razor from the commissary
I just couldn't take it no more
I'm swimmin in blood
Like a rat on a sewer floor
No longer insane
Just part of this crazy dream
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I met an alley cat
Pussyfootin around
Til the break of dawn
Found me knocked out flat on my head
Some feline beauty
Waved her tail my way
I just had to stay
I couldn't get the blood off my hands
She made my eyes bug out
Her tail stand up
And I ain't even in heat for a month
House cat
You really got it made
Sleepin all night
And perfect delight of day
Some feline beauty
Waved her tail my way
I just had to stay
I couldn't get the blood off my bed
She made my eyes bug out
Her tail stand up
And I ain't even in heat for a month
Some bad cats from 4th Street
Come down to our alley
Well we say that's cool
But just stay away from me and my boys
Eyes clash
And claws slash
And green-eyed fur goes flyin
Midnight
Catfight
Neckbite
Die
When you're a Jet
You're a Jet all the way
From your first cigarette
Til your last dyin day
When you're a Jet
Let 'em do what they can
Little boy, you got friends
You're a family man
The Jets are in gear
They're always well-respected
You're never alone
When company's expected
You're well-protected
Here come the Jets
Like a bat out of hell
Somone gets in our way
Someone don't look so well
When you're a Jet
You - Stay - A - Jet
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I'm lazy, you know it
I'm ready for the second show
Amazin' thing growin'
Just waitin' for the juice to flow
But you're so very picturesque
You're so very cold
Tastes like roses on your lips but
Graveyards on your soul
I'm hurtin', I'm walkin'
I'm achin' for another go
You're squirmin', wet baby
Nothing bad comin' very slow
And it's burnin' holes in me
You're so very picturesque
You're so very cold
Tastes like roses on you lips but
Graveyards on your soul
One spastic explosion
Two pressure cookers go insane
It makes me act crazy
I shiver but I love this game
But you're so very ordinary
You're so very lame
Tastes like whiskey on your breath and
Earthworms rule your brain
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My stars
So far
No one's callin me home
Space brain
Vagabond
Living on my own
Come all ye faithful
You know all you people should come to me
I'll make you arms work
And I'll make your legs work
I'll make you see
Ladada dadada dadada dadada da da dum
Whoa, yeah
Well I swear by the air
I'll be made to breathe
You'll pay very dear for this banishing deed
The power alone stored in my little hand
Could melt the Eiffel Tower
Turn the Sphinx into sand
Oh no
Thar she blows
Spreadin crazy news
All night
Cannonball
Loves to light the fuse
And everyone blows up and nobody grows up to fill
Dad's shoes
But that doesn't matter cuz no little boys really wanted to
I stared at the squall line
I stared at the fault line
I see a funnel black there
I think I see a crack there
Landscapes alive
And it's movin my feet
All I need's a Holocaust
To make my day complete
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Me and G.B.
We ain't never gonna confess
We cheated at the math test
We carved some dirty words in our desk
Well now it's time for recess
Old man waitin by the monkey bars
Tradin all his ball cards
And they promised him a gold star
And they told him he could go far
Hey Mr. Bluelegs
Where are you takin me?
I'm like a lifer
In the state penitentiary
If I keep my nose clean
I won't get my eyes shined
But I'm proud to be
Public Animal Number Nine
License plates are runnin
Out of my ears
I'd give a month of cigarettes
For just a couple of lousy beers
Or even a bottle of
Real cheap wi-hine
But that's the price you pay to be
Public Animal Number Nine, Number Nine
Hey Mrs. Cranston
Where are you takin me?
I feel like a lifer
In the state penitentiary
She wanted an Einstein
But she got a Frankenstein
Yeah, I'm proud to be
Public Animal Number Niiiirrrrrgh
Public Animal Number Nine
Public Animal Number Nine
Public Animal Number Nine Nine
Public Animal Number Nine Number Nine
Number Nine Number Nine
Number, Number Nine Animal Number Nine
Public Animal Number Nine Nine
Public Animal Numbergh Niiiirrrrrgh
Public Animal Nurrrgh Nirrrgh
Errrrrrrrrrrrgh
Public Animal Number Ni-yine
Public Animal Number Ni-yine
Public Animal Number Number Nine Nine
Public Animal Naaaaaaaagh
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Rain is falling
Down my cheek
Searching for the sea
Tomorrow, like the rain
I'll be back home again
I watch
The bus
As it pulls out of view
Someday like that bus
I will be leavin too
But you know
It breaks my heart
To leave you
Camelback
My high school
And now
Alone
Cryin in my beer
'Cause old friends said
Goodbye, I guess I'll be leavin too
But you know
It breaks my heart
To leave you
Cortez
I'll miss you
Yes I will
Yes I will
You know I will
Yes I will
Yes I will
You know I will
Well so long
Everybody
I hope that I would see you again
Goodbye
Everybody
I finally grew up
They finally let me out of school
Hey, remember the time - 'member the time
We took that snake
And put down little Betsy's dresss?
Now I don't think Miss Axelrod
Was much impressed
No I don't think Miss Axelrod
Was much impressed
Well I don't think Miss Axelrod
Was much impressed
Oh, goodbye
Everybody
I hope that I would see you again
So long
Everybody
How do you like that
They finally let me out of school
Goodbye
Ah, I wanna get out of here
They let me out of school
How 'bout that, uh?
Goodbye
Hey, goodbye, guys
Maybe I'll see -
Maybe I'll see you around some time, uh?
'Ey, don't make a stranger of yourself, uh?
Remember the Coop, uh?
May -
I ho -
I hope - you don't forget me or nothin
Goodbye
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