Schoolin’

Brother, you look like the Taj Mahal One colossal dome above you and the smell of something other A pillar and a scimitar, a little Yes, I miss you like a formless hide Stretching over me and dangled from the coastguard in a chopper The scaffold of me all awry, you little Broke your shoulder on the library steps Hanging 'round there in the dark just doing nothing or whatever What do you mean you saw the stars? You little And I could write it in a murder font I could say it in a way that would be lying or whatever I don't want them to tell us apart You say that I'm an overlord? I've got myself a fire hydrant with more tyrant In watery blasts than all of my past You seen me on the bridge a lot But I never leapt over the pent upper My number is up, my number is up But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing, "Praise the lord" And, "Pitter-patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" And, "You matter not" and, "You matter not" And is it the flogging of a Flintstone that I'm supposed to be? The cerebellum gets schooling and no schooling The drummer goes on, the drama goes on (Teach me how to hold) And I wouldn't wanna make a scene I don't wanna think about the third-world hunger or whatever 'Cause thinking always comes across a little And there's a meeting of the worlds tonight Right above my head, a miracle, the sun erupt forever I barely ever raise my eyes, a little (teach him how to hold) And oh, I wanna make the peace And God, I gotta be on the train past the ruins The wall and the druids, oh, please I'm whining like a braking bus Maybe, I can sit here and do nothing clever with a laser I'm not about to open up You say that I'm an overlord? I've got myself a fire hydrant with more tyrant In watery blasts than all of my past You seen me on the bridge a lot But I never leapt over the pent upper My number is up, my number is up But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing, "Praise the lord" And, "Pitter-patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" And, "You matter not" and, "You matter not" And is it the flogging of a Flintstone that I'm supposed to be? The cerebellum gets schooling and no schooling The drummer goes on, the drama goes on The drummer goes on, the drama goes on My number is up, my number is up (There's a matter approaching) (There's a matter approaching) Earth, I take a long time To learn about the big one Gorilla limb swipe and beat And I learnt nil about Earth Remember how men Would understand the heavens? But leaving those streetlights on You can't see nothing there (There's a matter approaching) So learn me anything good (There's a matter approaching) And teach me something that works I take a long time To learn about the big one Gorilla limb swipe and beat And I learnt dick about Earth Remember good men Would understand the heavens? And leaving those streetlights on A ghost dark hemisphere Earth I take a long time To learn about the big one Gorilla limb swipe and beat And I learnt dick about Earth Remember, good man You understand the heavens But leaving those streetlights on?