My eyes have seeing the glory of the burning of the school.
We have tortured every teacher, we have broken every rule.
We are going to hang the principal tomorrow afternoon.
Our truth is marching on.
Glory, glory, hallelujah.
Teacher hit me with a ruler.
I hid behind the door with a loaded 44
And there wasn't no teacher anymore.
We used to sing this on the bus at the top of our lungs. Wonder how many years suspension a kid would get today for singing that.
Early one morning,
In the middle of the night.
Two dead boys got up to fight.
Back to back they faced each other.
Drew their swords, and shot each other.
A deaf policeman heard the noise.
Came and killed the two dead boys.
And if you don't believe my story is true,
Ask the blind man, he saw it, too.
And no, I didn't have a violent childhood, or grow up to be a psychopath.