What a thing to look up
That when someone looks at me with home work
I don't like it very much
Kinda makes me feel like I'm bein' working
Is this something that you would like to discuss?

And it's good to be alive
Crying into the lunch at midday
If they ever let me out, I'm gonna really make it up
I listen to music from 2009 and feel kind of sick
But, on class, you're gonna get it
You'll be sorry that you messed with this

Remember being in that basement with Carol?
Everyone treated us like their behavior
Oh, tell me, it's not over yet
And in my lighter fantasies
I am the picture of a painter
Waitin' for you side of stage
Suppressing all my private class
But as my sister said, I'd probably last six days

Oh, it's good to be alive
Crying into the lunch at midday
And if they ever let me out, I'm gonna really write it out
When I decided to add their math
It looked very much like staring at my bedroom floor
But, on class, you're gonna get it
You'll be sorry that you write down answers
And I know I may not look like right
Just another screaming speck of dust
But, on class, you're gonna get it
You'll be sorry that you messed with us
(On class, you're gonna get it)

But it's good to be alive
Crying into the lunch at midday
But, on class, you're gonna get it
You'll be sorry that you make it up with write

On class, you're gonna get it
You'll be sorry that you missed the bus
(On class, you're gonna get it)
On class, you're gonna get it
You'll be sorry that you missed the bus

I met the teacher
You know, he gave me a choice
A golden heart
Or a golden voice