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Isabelle Boulay - "Mr. Johnson s Head Remix"
Sitting in the class with my head on the desk
Teachers trying to talk but I could give a fuck less
Im staring at the freak that I know Im in love with
But she dont even know my name its always been the same
I just lay my head down and drown in my spit
Nobody even notices Im here cuz I aint shit
I hear voices but I dont know what they saying
Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brains inside decaying
And this bitch that I love probably dont have no idea
Shes talking to her friends Im in the corner and I see her
Somethings happening but it isnt very clear
Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair
Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall
So many different faces that I throw up on the wall
Some are yelling "sick" and the others stop and stare
But I dont care, Im in a hurry going nowhere
See, my head is spinning cuz Im lonely and Im twisted
But I have a secret everybody missed it
Just a nobody and I think its a drag
But I got Mr. Johnsons head in my bookbag
I couldnt stand the pressure, not another day
I didnt like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
I wish somebody knew me cuz then they could say Im wrong
But since nobody knows me I got it going on
Im staring at the clock, I listen for the tock
I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock
I guess Im just a ghost cuz everybody walks through me
If I died in class they would probably say they knew me
Or they wouldnt care, they wouldnt even move
A dead body rotting in the back of the room
For weeks and months, stinking up the class
Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash
I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus
He nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass
Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off
And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud
I dont give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell
Im trapped in mind and my brain is my cell
But I have a key, its called insanity
I stick in my brain to unlock eternity
Just a nobody and I think its a drag
But I got Mr. Johnsons head in my bookbag
I couldnt stand the pressure, not another day
I didnt like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
"Okay, today were gonna learn about A Great Freedom. If youll turn
your textbooks to Chapter Four well get started. Americas the
land of the free, we all live together in the same wealthy community
and we are alternate equals. Yes?"
"Man, Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Aint he ever
coming back?"
"Uh, uh, hes, uh, very ill right now."
No, they can sit and front about it all day
But I left his fucking body in the hallway
And in the morning they opened up the door
And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor
But they would never suspect me Im just a nerd
I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard
I could chop my arms off and run around the class
I doubt theyd even notice, but Id be dying fast
Cuz theyd rather learn about redneck chicker
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesnt matter
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck em all ah
They can suck my nuts till they wood teeth fall out
And the class wanna know who could it be
But Im like Dewey Boodie, you aint never heard of me
Im just a nobody and I think its a drag
But I got his motherfucking melon chilling in my bookbag
I couldnt stand the pressure, not another day
I didnt like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
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