in black, all reflecting exploding light Crept up to a house, big and white, with the back door open wide There's no owner, Among suburban paupers [Chorus
Midnight, At the school 'Hind the bleachers There's gonna be a rumble The lions and the kings And my baby, she cries In her bed and she worries And my
We gotta hold onto hope, In this heartless world we gotta hold on to hope, We gotta let it go, Or it'll eat us alive we gotta let it go. Do you know
I got my G.E.D with a 2.2 I couldn't take four more in a business school Just to spend another 20 in a cubicle So I got a summer job cleaning swimming
Here's to wasted time Here's to wasted time Watching the tree's swaying in the breeze The corners of my mind The corners of my mind Are folding to meet
