now I'm seventeen my school is in the country students wear trainers read the same magazines now I'm seventeen my school is gettinng tiresome teachers-they're so young singling me out
only like philosophy & after school the time that's what I call my own time nice girls meet nice boys end of school day while other girls go strait home
talking 'bout soaps'n' that
I go home alone like it watching the nameless people
surfing subways,travelling somewhere “…nowhere…”
now i'm seventeen i do not have a title depend on no one else
busy being king (to myself)
only like philosophy & after school the time that's what I call my own time nice girls meet nice boys end of school day while other girls go strait home
i go hime alone and have dinner in my sweet home praying again, again & again (“…peace…”)
i see the same faces in school & they say that i am different i think it's an honour i say it's an honour to B different i can't go their way
surfing subways,travelling somewhere “…nowhere…” i see the same faces in school & they say that i am different i think it's an honour i say it's an honour to B different i can't go their way