| Can I graduate, Can I graduate
Can I look in faces that I meet
Can I get my punk ass off the street
I've been living on for so long
Can I graduate
To the bastard talking down to me
Your whipping boy calamity
Cross your fingers
I'm going to knock it all down
Can I graduate
Echo fading we can't let go
She goes walking by in slow mo'
Sell your heart out for a buck
Go on fade out before I get stuck
Talking to somebody like you
Do you live the days you go through
Will this song live on long after we do
Can I graduate
Can I look in faces that I meet
Can I get my punk ass off the street
Won't die on the vine
I want to knock it all down
Can I graduate
Echo fading, candle blow
Did you flash out long ago
Cross my fingers, I don't know
Someone poked you down below
Can I graduate, Can I graduate
Can I graduate, Can I graduate
Can I graduate
Can I get my punk ass off the street
Can I look in faces that I meet
I'm not waiting here for you to die
Will this song live on long after we do |
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| Lemme just say "thanks" to all my peeps who showed at the snowball fight
Sometime kids just gotsta chill an' be chilluns |
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| I've got just one thing to say to you:
Metamorphosis of a Salesman, by Franz Miller
-Willy Loman awoke one morning and found he had been transformed into a gigantic cockaroach...
And now it's your turn! That's right Kids, Literary Mash-Ups!
The Rules:
Take two of the following and mash dey crap up!
It's gotta be a book(including philosophy), comic book (Excluding the Amalgam stories), or play.
GO! |
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| I got a new phone, and a new number
845-8530,
And, get this: if you're on sprint, it's free for me to call you! Sweet, huh?
peace. |
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| got me some blazers and slacks at goodwill.
end communication. |
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