Oh, the rain it buzzes 'round me
Like the slumber I put off
Oh, the day it falls around me
Like the lumber of malaise
Day glow, taunt me
Tree tops, take me
Teacher tell me,
When can I breathe?
It's killing me, it's killing me
We are rotting on the vine
When I'm trudging through my classes
and I feel naked
Stripped to cut-outs
When those hands they tick around me
And I steal shut-eye from the day...
The daze of that prostrate
Pose I dream in
Takes the maze I'm in.
Teacher tell me,
When can I leave?
We are rotting on the vine
When those feet, writhe beneath me
Taking orders from, faceless bells
When the street, stretches stolid
Out in front of me, I am gone.