Education Blues

As I look back upon my younger daze
I really was a maniac
Blowing up a john with a cherry bomb
Gave the janitor a cardiac

The teachers would say
They should lock him away
And throw away all of the keys, please
He's outta control, the devil's gotta hold of his soul

Many were the times that my buddies and I
Joked upon a cigarette
Gettin' too drunk to talk and we could barely walk
Swearing for the hell of it

Then I'd hitch a ride to see the president's daughter
Her parties were so out of sight, right
Danced until dawn while her parents were clean outta town

Woah, high school, preschool, kindergarten rules
Twelve long years of the education blues
Teachers, preachers, principals and fools
I don't know how I ever made it through, oh, yeah

Then I'd hitch a ride to see the president's daughter
Their parties were so out of sight, right
Danced until dawn while her parents were clean out of town

Woah, high school, preschool, kindergarten rules
Twelve long years of the education blues
Teachers, preachers, principals and fools
I don't know how I ever made it through

Many were the times that my buddies and I
Joked upon a cigarette
Gettin' too drunk to talk and we could barely walk
Swearing for the hell of it

Oh when, the teachers would say
They should lock us away
And throw away all of the keys, please
They're outta control, the devil's gotta hold of their
They're outta control, the devil's gotta hold of their soul!