I feel myself getting sick, when summer ends and school begins. Oh how the desks begin to dig in my back. A sad semester encroaches. All the teachers and the coaches weren't tolerant of individuals who made up their own minds. I made mine too. 'Cause I'm through. [spoken] Hey! What am I doing here? I have things to do, there's life outside - and I'm stuck inside this classroom. The loners become cops they grow more lonely in their squad cars. I find it funny how the all-stars are all old & fat. The cheerleaders have babies, with houses and husbands. They should have known.