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Prep School
by Eight Legged Oedipus
(C) 2005 Pure Greed Records

It's time to let that hazing, that hazing begin, begin
(I want it, I want it, I want it, I want it)
Do you like my knee-high socks, yeah, skirt and socks
(They rocks, they rocks, you fox, you fox)
Strip naked in public, strip naked in public and shake it
(Freshman girls gettin' fresh, freshman girls gettin' fresh)

Headmaster, won't you tell me what to do now

What's my punishment? Hey, rub it in - I'm lovin' it
(Bend over, bend over, and paddle, and paddle)
The whole world wants know what teenage girls do to other girls
(Get the camcorder, get the camcorder)
This is boarding school, we're bored and we're using you, too
(hey use me, hey use me, hey use me too)

I may be married but I think you're getting carried away with your morals,
Don't suck the joy right out this
No scandal
She can handle
It's consentual, and sensual
And educational, it's preparational too

I lack experience so clearly this is growing up, I must be growing up
(Building character, building character)
I love another but don't you tell my mother, yeah, mum's the word, lover
(A secret, a secret, I'll keep it, your secret)
Baby, bring some boys over, then you'll have a choice to go for them or us
(Or how about all three? Yeah, I want all three)

Headmaster, won't you tell me what to do now
Headmaster, won't you tell me what to do now

There's something kinky 'bout a dorm room think we better take it there
(let me in, let me in, let me in, let me in)
Leather shoes with a buckle, and knee high socks - did I mention?
Do you want me to show you?
It's what we go through, to grow you need to blow a fuse
Don't look so confused you know it's true, you know it's true!

<b>Prep school</b>
<i>- Andre was here at midnight</i>

Went down the right road, at the wrong time
No one tells you these things
Went down the wrong road, at the right time
Is not what is made out to be
Is not what is made out to be
Is not what is made out to be

Went down the right house this time
No one would open the doors to me
No one would give me a chance
To prove myself to me

Is never enough, Is never enough, is never enough
To have a paper from prep school
Is never enough, Is never enough, is never enough
To have a paper from prep school

It’s late now, and I got to go home
Got kids to feed and a wife that smokes
Résumés to print, and business cards to call

Is never enough, Is never enough, is never enough
To have a paper from prep school
Is never enough, Is never enough, is never enough
To have a paper from prep school

There’s no lesson in this song
No hidden message to count on
Take the right road at the right time
And skip prep school if you can

Prep School
by Luke Henley

(Improvised ramblings)

I knew a boy whose name was Cale.
His only goal in life was to go to Yale.
He didn't get in, and he wanted to die.
They found him hanging from an air vent by his college tie.

(Improvised ramblings)

Prep school girl thinks she's queen of the world
Walked up to her like I had something to say
One look at me and she turneed me away
She said I'm not her size
Queen of hearts, bitch

Why dontcha cut off my head?
Don't hear a word that I said?
You won't listen to me?
Thats Prep school training?

Prep school boy thinks the world is a toy
Driving right past in his Daddy’s ride
Foot on the gas and nothing inside
He’ll go far
Ivy league dick

Why dontcha run me down?
D’ya think you own this town?
120 in a 60?
That’s Prep school training?

Civility all but Fading
Disdain Gaining
For all those, over you'll be reigning

Prep school town, it’s all your playground
Airbrushed faces and Hilton hair
Guys like me, they aren’t really there
Lookin’ right through me
like a Carbon copy, fucks

Why dontcha open your eyes?
What’s with the plastic disguise?
Just put it on credit
That’s Prep school training?

Prep School - dopant

When half past three rolls round you know I'm not like the others ones
They pack me off to that damn prep school, my friends they don't notice I'm gone
Stuck in a room with no windows or sun
And no-one ever makes any sound - but they're singing

"Do your homework son and sit up straight!
Ain't paying all this coin so you can procrastinate...

Return on our Investment kid you gotta maximise those grades
Return on our Investment kid, you know we expect to be paid"

Mortal Kombat was the game but I didn't have time to play
My little sister always kicked my arse even if she was Johnny Cage
I gotta learn how to manage my rage
Before I end up on the front page - they're singing

"Do your homework son and sit up straight!
Ain't paying all this coin so you can procrastinate...

Return on our Investment kid you gotta maximise those grades
Return on our Investment kid, you know we expect to be paid"

Prep School - deshead

I'll do anything to get along.
I'll do anything to git along.
All my shrugs and my weak-willed ways
started back in my prep school days
where I'd do anything to get along.

I took it from the old boys back at school.
I took it from the old boys back at school.
They liked me, Laur, I swear they did.
They never told me though, God Forbid.
What I'd taken from the old boys, ah'm a fool

• And when I go to get mine
  I'm sure the Lord'll say it's truth I've found.
  I'm just tryin' to get by.
  There's nothing wrong with being pushed around

It's my place to let the good folks put me down.
Yeah it's my place to let the good folks put me down.
All that matters is saving face.
I'm not worried, Laur, but just in case
I'll sit back and let the good folks hold me down.

• When I go to get mine
  I'm sure the Lord will say it's truth I've found.
  I'm just tryin' to get by.
  There's nothing wrong with being pushed around

Nothing's wrong it's just the whiskey talking now.
Oh my Laura, just the whiskey talkin now.
Tell ya though, between you and me,
I wish the world would just let me be.
I guess it's just the whiskey talkin ...