Vermont
by:
Cruiserweight
In the background, there's a noise.
All the feet marking time in a straight line.
And you can't turn back cause you're better off.
You gotta maintain your stance.
In the background, there's a voice
Singing softly, but surely to break you down.
That no matter what they say, what you're wearing still matters.
An unmotivated crowd; blood, sweat, and tears poured into staying safelike tenth-grade apprehension - Oh!
And my navy blue isn't black enough, so I'll keep my head down.
Was it innovation or formal?
You dance the same dance as everyone.
Smash your equipment in a rage; it's all the rage and a guaranteed way to Heaven.
Hallelujah! we're all saved!
and though Heather said i should write it down,
Well, I will be forgotten.
But the eternal face for prom queen is here to stay.
Gesticulate, try to make a move and break free.
And you thought conformity was so passe`.
But no matter what they tell you, everything is high school.
And it's ob-la-di-bla-da and you walk away.
You can try to make a change.
More like try to shift in a straight jacket.
No matter what they say ou walk away, cause you dance the same dance.
Just walk away.