I wake up in the morning
And then I go to school
But not before I have my orange juice
Did I hear you say that routine rules
I do the same things everyday
And teacher thinks it's alright
Sometimes I want some room for a fight
But teacher denies
I went to the cemetery
And saw old Johnny Stone
I don't know who he is or what he did
All I know is he's a pile of bones
I do the same things everyday
And teacher thinks it's alright
I asked him how will this help me when I die
Teacher didn't reply
Tonight I'll get home from school
I'll do my drivers ed
You know we got another order in tomorrow
But first I guess I'll rest my head
I do the same things everyday
My brain thinks it's alright
I wonder what waits in my dynamite dreams
Besides my low esteem
I wonder what waits in my dynamite sleep
Besides my counting sheep