Dead Poets

You got expelled for smoking pot

near the music room

You used to play your drum so loud

You're painting house now

You're keeping items in like a cage

with a blanket of snow

you got a couple DUIs

Now you're hitch hiking under grey skies

Ooooohhh oo ooooh

oooo oooooh

Mom says, dad says,

"Can't you be more like your bother?"

You're mind grows darker

You run run run run

run away

back into the woods

You've got your snacks you've got you're tent

And your sleeping bag

You use your compass to find out

Where you're sleeping out

The stream is rushing by your toes

Fishing for trout

catching minnows

oooooooh

Mom says, Dad says

"Can't you be more like your brother?"

You're mind grows darker

You run run run run

you run away

back into the woods

You don't need them anyway Mom says, Dad says

"Can't you be more like your brother?"

You're mind grows darker

You run run run run

you run away

back into the woods