I'm dying of strangulation from New York Public Education Hold me under till my face turns blue Pull me up when tuitions due
I've always considered this dumb, with the pencil between my finger and my thumb And the proper thing for me to do is to con myself into believing it's true
I remember the days when I wouldn't have to worry up in bed Never was I forced to try to protect myself from the paper cuts on my eyes. I'm dying of strangulation from New York public education Hold me under till my face turns blue, pull me up when tuitions due