Schoolyard

You point the finger at every flaw and every imperfection,
Well now it’s our turn to point the finger and begin the insurrection.
You punish the innocent over misdemeanors rather frequent,
While you hand the silver spoon to the most useful delinquent.
She’s a bitch, he’s a bully, but you know they’ll get away,
There is no notion of justice or peace during the schooldays.
He tried to force her, she ran, but no one really cares,
He killed her cat, she slit his tires, but it was just a dare.
He licked her, she sucked him, and they’re both already taken,
Every relationship is a ticking time bomb, waiting to get shaken.
Mommy hit her when she was young, but no one sees the scars,
Everyone only looks out for themselves, welcome to the schoolyard.

The perfect prep is getting too close to the male coach,
The hunt is on, find the stoners, I hear they have a roach.
Let’s blame the stoners, let’s blame the hippies, that’s why we’re going down,
Let’s blame the newcomers, the new blood, they’re what ruined this town.
Don’t blame the cheerleaders, don’t blame the jocks, they can do no wrong,
But the volleyball team is all whores, and the jocks carry a bong.
He wants her but she wants him, but he wants him and her,
Twisting, deceitful claims of love turn her to a whore.
Don’t blame the nerds, blame the Goths and all the other freaks,
They’re what make our sons act gay, they’ll make our families weak.
Ignore the prom queen getting drunk, ignore the football star,
Everyone only looks out for themselves, living each day in the schoolyard.

They jocks caught the freak, they beat him good, but they’ll never get caught,
The working kid never gets a car, because its already been bought.
He gets shunned, she gets hurt, everyone gets a piece of hell,
But everyone’s afraid to admit, afraid someone might tell.
The slutty prep took two jocks, and now everybody knows.
Everyone judges everyone else, until it comes to blows.
The gays, the goths, the freaks, they’ve learned now how to fight,
So now maybe they can get away, maybe they just might.
Teachers choose their favorite kids and give the grades away,
Kids suck up to the teachers after the last bell rings that day.
Ignore pedophile janitors, ignore the fact that the creepy old man is hard.
That’s just the way we’re taught to play, out here in the schoolyard.