Lyrics Jail 4 Lil' Geniuses - Passage
The
kids
line
up
into
formation
like
a
long
math
problem
laid
on
its
side.
The
holy
gymnasium's
swamped
with
the
poems
of
workbook
slaves
at
the
old
wooden
traps
With
the
black
hole
ink
wells,
hearts
all
sunk.
Where
is
the
pill
that
they
give
to
the
astronaut
in
case
He's
marooned
in
a
fifth
grade
classroom,
crammed
in
the
blank
page
With
biker
shorts
and
nike
airs
like
in
a
catholic
mass
Where
you
sit,
stand,
sit,
shift
your
weight
and
shrug.
Loiter
in
a
church
and
the
statues
will
make
you
to
leave.
You
yawn
like
you
live
off
the
grid
in
the
house
on
the
hill,
Nucleus
of
a
freshman
novel
or
a
forty
year
yo-yo
nodding
off
on
the
train.
Your
family's
all
quitters
except
for
your
father,
Spine
of
a
floor
model,
honest
and
decent.
Modern
wife
bore
had
a
mother
who
beat
her
with
a
broomstick,
complexion,
behavior
obedience.
You're
looking
forward
to
the
de
ja
vu
twicelight.
Scientists
concur
that
the
precise
measurement
of
any
standard
moment
is
forty-five
minutes.
The
hypnotist's
liver
is
swelled
with
the
wishes
of
college
kids
stuck
on
a
choice
of
career.
They
feed
it
a
magazine,
twenty-first
century
gypsy's
equipped
with
a
trap
door
stomach.
Have
to
keep
reminding
self,
it's
all
gray
area,
Not
a
stitch
of
daylight
for
the
lifer
librarian,
Marry
one
that
cooks
well,
sleep
in
on
the
weekends,
Self
discovery
hurts
like
a
witch
hunt.
Enter
chuck
and
flav
for
the
ride
out.
1 Forcefield Intro
2 In the Bioburbs
3 Creature in the Classroom
4 The Pins in the Bowels of the Charmed Design
5 Old Aunt Mary
6 Free Luv, from Left Field
7 Whine Money
8 The Unstrung Harp
9 The Kareoki (Sp?) Kiss Ass
10 Put Together, Play, Red Ferrari Calendar Blob
11 Jail 4 Lil' Geniuses
12 Duck N' Cover
13 19911
14 The Unspectacular Whiteboy Slave Song
15 Spring '97
16 Suffragette
17 Reagan's Chest
18 All the News That's Fit to Print
19 Scarefilm
20 Poem to the Hospital
21 Pail of Air
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