you take your clothes off right after school

the tv's on the flame is blue

and you hope it won't take all afternoon

the tv's waiting to talk to you

it's your naked body on white valour

but there's no feeling, just weight on you

but you get nauseous now, as he speaks to you

such proper language, for acts so cruel

he says we all follow the rules

we can't go and break them now can we?

for you...

your older sisters, i had them too

but you're my favorite, you know its true

you look like your mother, in that thin disguise

your parting mouth, your shining eyes

and the way that you hate me

and the length of your hair

it's the reason i make you

it's the bond that we share

'cause you were all turned to indoors

you could easily go and make your own life somewhere

couldn't you...?

with the sun beams bright

but you keep your eyes shut

with the alarm clock lies

get to school on time

but you're a bag of warm fluid

or you're the coarse in the class

you walk near to your locker

you lay so low in the grass

did you get that coat from the principal?

did you get that bruise on the bus?

you should wash your hair more

you should look more like us

but i saw you walking once, under powder blue skies

you look cold still, your collar was high

and i tried to talk to you, but you walked right by

i don't know which i said then...hello or goodbye?

well we're all trying to be pure

but it isn't a very easy thing now is it?

to do...isn't it?