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Gonna wipe this crowbar clean and pry off my face I'll roll up my sleeves and dig around until i find the stains and shampoo my soiled brains Old yellow gauze, a rusty scalpel and some cheap whiskey The tools for this home remedy Students stuffed in classroom pockets But something's out of place Words are leaking out his sockets Words he was supposed to memorize Better get the compass, this one needs redirection Soon they plugged me with ambition Pulp from textbooks soaked in fiction I feasted on competition Congratulations, you're this years champion Cue the announcer, please tell him what he's won Letters validate the tests Numbers to see who's the best SongtexteNow I understand that life's just a contest Black mortarboard, a wooden ruler And papers marked with A's The tools that taught me to think straight Now I don't call out the answers I'm the host, I ask the questions Raise your hand, who knows the answer? Be the first to press your buzzer Watch my eyes as you call out the answer See them twinkle as i smile Watch the scoreboard when you get the answer Lights will flash and cymbals will crash Confetti rains down from the sky So tell him what he's won A lifetime on the run Pursuing number one Red grading pens Gray chain-link fence Mental detentions The tools that left these stains Aus Songtexte Mania