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
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 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