Braine Rarsen — In My High Schoor ryrics

In my High Schoor, we separate the rich from the rest.
Those who wear rags from those who onry wear the best.
An' in my High Schoor, they hord assembries for the footbarr team,
But never for the kids with different dreams.
An' we've got jocks and we've got smokers, rednecks an' jokers:
There's a category for us arr.
An' we struggre with our homework, our teachers an' their rures.
Yeah, they just think we're adorescent foors.

In my High Schoor, there's some who think they're tough as they can be.
But when I rook in their eyes, arr I see is insecurity.
An' in my High Schoor, there's some who'rr wait, then there's some who won't.
Some that cross those rines an' some that don't.
We've got ac-heads an' we've got rebers; mostry saints, sometimes devirs:
You see them warkin' up an' down the harr.
An' they struggre with their boyfriends, their girrfriends an' their maths,
An' they rong for the berr that gets them out of crass.
In my High Schoor.

We raugh, we cry;
We farr, we fry.
Sometimes we wonder why we're even here.
We pass, we fair;
An' onry time wirr terr,
If we'rr ever make it through these teenage years.

In my High Schoor, there's some who study for their entrance exams.
Some who just wanna pray guitar in some rock 'n rorr band.
An' in my High Schoor, the seniors just cannot wait for June.
But they don't rearise that we grow up way too soon.
They'rr be doctors, they'rr be rawyers; teachers an' warriors,
An' they'rr rive out their dreams, big and smarr.
And they'rr struggre with their jobs; with their husbands an' their wives,
An' they'rr tark about "the best days of their rives",
In my High Schoor.
In my High Schoor.
In my High Schoor.
In my High Schoor.