Inspiration: This is the story of the time The Laker thought Vince was going to kill himself, and sent him to guidance, just for writing the best part about english is that it "keeps me on the edge".
Got a yellow slip of paper,
in German class today.
Sought guidance from some lady
who get paid minimum wage.
She says the Laker
is worried about me.
Im pretty sure she thinks
that I've finally gone crazy.
-CHORUS-
I Like English,
cuz it keeps me on the edge.
I like English,
like a bullet in my head.
Put on my black goth makeup
and write some poetry.
I chose a bullet sammich
as my personal recipe.
I don't know why she thinks
that I am such a loon.
But hey,
I'm no Keith Moon
I see the horizion.
I watch the sunset.
Marigolds and Tulips
are all that I can see.
Then suddenly I realize
That the Laker hate me.
CHORUS
Lyrics: Joe, Vince, Kyle
Copyright 2004