Like the latest fashion
Like a spreading disease
The kids are strappin` on their way to the classroom
Getting weapons with the greatest of ease
The gangs stake theire own campus locale
and if they catch you slippin then it's all over pal
If one guy's colors and the other's don't mix
They'er gonna bash it up
Hey - man you talkin' back to me?
Take him out
You gotta keep'em separated
Hey - man you disrespecting me?
take him out
You gotta keep'em separeted
Hey they don't pay no mind
If you're under 18 you won't be doing any time
He come out and play<
A Mistake
Words and Music: Fiona Apple
I'm gonna make a mistake-
I'm gonna do it on purpose
I'm gonna waste my time
Cuz I' full as a tick
And I' scratching at the surface
And what I find is mine
And when the day is done, and I look back
And the fact is I had fun, fumbling around
All the advice I shunned, and I ran
Where they told me not to run, but I sure
Had fun, so
I'm gonna fuck it up again
I'm gonna do another detour
Unpave my path
And if you wanna make sense
Whatcha looking at me for
I'm no good at math
And when I find my way back,
The fact is I just may stay, or I may not
I've acquired quite a taste
For a well-made mistake
I wanna mistake why can't I make a mistake?
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why
Do I wanna do right, of course but
Do I really wanna feel I'm forced to
Answer you, hell no
I've acquired quite a taste
For a well-made mistake, I wanna
Make a mistake, why can't I make a mistake
I'm always doing what I think I should
Almost always doing everybody good
Why