I’m bored out my mindToo sick to even careI’ll take a little
walkNobody’s going to knowI’m in senior yearIt gives you a
little free timeI’ll just use it all at once!Took the fence and
the laneThe bus then the trainBought an ‘Independent’ to make me
look like I got brainsI made a story up in my head if anybody
would askI’m going to a seminar!I’m a geniusA prodigyA demon at
Maths and ScienceI’m up for a prizeIf you gotta grow up
sometimeYou’ve to do it on your ownI don’t think I could stand
to be stuckThat’s the way that things were goingThe bible’s my
toolThere’s no mention of school!My Damascan Road’s my
transistor radioI tune in at night when my mum and my dad start
to fightI put on my headphonesAnd I tune outI am devoutThe girls
are singing about my lifeBut they’re not here, they’ve got the
wild lifeIf you want to find out, find outYou got to look them
in the eyeThat’s why my only choiceIs find the face behind the
voice….She asked the man if the service was open“Not today, just
the choir from the radio”“Couldn’t I sit in? I’ve come all this
way”“Will you bugger off, I’ve got work to do.”The city was
losing its appealGod was asleepHe was back in her village, in
the fields“Oh, if I could make sense of it all!I wish that I
could singI’d stay in a melodyI would float along in my
everlasting songWhat would I do to believe?”