What's this? What's this?
There's color everywhere
What's this?
There's fire things in the air
What's this?
I can't believe my eyes
I must be dreaming
Wake up, Dunn, this isn't fair
What's this?
What's this? What's this?
There's something very wrong
What's this?
There's people singing songs
What's this?
The rooms are lined with
Little children laughing
Everybody seems so happy
Have I possibly gone daffy?
What is this?
What's this?
There's children throwing textbooks
instead of throwing up
They're busy with their toys
And absolutely no one's dead
They've broken a window
Oh, I can't believe my eyes
And in my hair I feel the hate
That comes with pupilcide
Oh, look
What's this?
They're hanging Mrs Finch, they kick
Why that looks so unique, inspired!!
They're gathering around to kill a teacher
Roasting papers on a fire
What's this?
What's this?
In here they've got Mr Maskrey, that queer
And who would ever think
And why?
They're covering him with tiny little things
They've got electric lights on strings
And there's a smile on everyone
So, now, correct me if I'm wrong
This looks like fun
This looks like fun
Oh, could it be I've got my wish?
What's this?
Oh my, what now?
The children are asleep
But look, there's no signs of worksheets
No work, no teachers here to scream and scare them
Or ensnare them, only little cozy things
Secure inside their dreamland
What's this?
The teachers are all missing
And the boredom can't be found
And in their place there seems to be
Good feeling all around
Instead of screams, I swear
I can hear music in the air
The smell of burning hair
Is absolutely everywhere
The sights, the sounds
They're everywhere and all around
I've never felt so good before
This empty place inside of me is filling up
I simply cannot get enough
I want it, oh, I want it
Oh, I want it for my own
I've got to know
I've got to know
What is this place that I have found?
What is this?
English block, hmm...