Well, I walked in the pouring rain
Up in the tower they're watching me hoping I'm gonna die
Pretending it's a whiz kid world
Blindfolded, chains, and they stomped on us
No athletic program, no discipline, no book
One flash of light but no smoking pistol
Silhouettes and shadows watch the revolution
The vacuum created by the arrival of freedom
And no one will have seen
and no one will confess
Shout it while you're dancing
Another piece of teenage wildlife
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