chewing up my salisbury steak
i could feel my head grow light
something's wrong, for heaven's sake
hope that i will be alright
that is what the lunchroom served
i ignored my inner voice
this school's really got some nerve
this can't be USDA choice
i need to get to the nurse's station
i hope she can help my situation
my gut going boom boom boom
"kid", she said, "grab your things,
i'm gonna send you home"

she said i would be just fine
this nurse, i thought, must be a nut
and so i began to whine
about the churning in my gut
but she sent me home that day
and my mother chewed my butt
you should be in school today
there's no classes you should cut
she's accusing me of chicanery
she said that this pain would make a man of me
my gut going boom boom boom
"son", she said, "grab your things,
you cannot stay at home"

i'm as sick as you can get
and no one is believing me
my hands are cold...my forehead's wet
i can't control my shaking knees
i'm not ready to die yet
why can't i make the people see
i believe my life's at threat
yet i'm denied a remedy
i've suffered too long from this enslavement
i fell down, face first, onto the pavement
my gut going boom boom boom
"hey", they said, "send his boy
to the funeral home"