Dead Poets

You got expelled for smoking pot
Near the music room
You used to play yourdrum so loud
You're painting house now
You're keeping items in like a cage
With a blanket of snow
You got a couple DUIs
Now you're hitch hiking under grey skies
Ooooohhh oo ooooh
Oooo oooooh
Mom says Dad says
Can't you be more
Like your brother
You're mind grows darker
You run run run run run away
Back into the woods
You're got your snacks
You're got your tent
And your sleeping bag
You use your compass to find out
Where you're sleeping out
The stream is rushing by your toes
Fishing for trout catching minnows
Oooooh oo ooooh
Oooo oooooh
Mom says Dad says
Can't you be more
Like your bother
You're mind grows darker
You run run run run
You run away
Back into the woods
You don't need them anyway
You don't need them anyway
You don't need them anyway
You don't need them anyway
Mom says Dad says
Can't you be more
Like your bother
You're mind grows darker
You run run run run
You run away
Back into the woods