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Insane Clown Posse - Mr. Johnson's Head - текст песни, видео

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Sitting in the class with my head on the desk

Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less

I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in love with

But she don't even know my name it's always been the same

I just lay my head down and drown in my spit

Nobody even notices I'm here cuz I ain't shit

I hear voices but I don't know what they saying

Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brain's inside decaying

And this bitch that I love probably don't have no idea

She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her

Something's happening but it isn't very clear

Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair

Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall

So many different faces that I throw up on the wall

Some are yelling "sick" and the others stop and stare

But I don't care, I'm in a hurry going nowhere

See, my head is spinning cuz I'm lonely and I'm twisted

But I have a secret everybody missed it

Just a nobody and I think it's a drag

But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag

 

I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day

I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway

I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag

I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag

 

I wish somebody knew me cuz then they could say I'm wrong

But since nobody knows me I got it going on

I'm staring at the clock, I listen for the tock

I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock

I guess I'm just a ghost cuz everybody walks through me

If I died in class they would probably say they knew me

Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move

A dead body rotting in the back of the room

For weeks and months, stinking up the class

Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash

I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus

He nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass

Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off

And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud

I don't give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell

I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell

But I have a key, it's called insanity

I stick in my brain to unlock eternity

Just a nobody and I think it's a drag

But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag

 

I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day

I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway

I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag

I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag

 

"Okay, today we're gonna learn about A Great Freedom. If you'll turn

your textbooks to Chapter Four we'll get started. America's the

land of the free, we all live together in the same wealthy community

and we are alternate equals. Yes?"

"Man, Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Ain't he ever coming back?"

"Uh, uh, he's, uh, very ill right now."

 

No, they can sit and front about it all day

But I left his fucking body in the hallway

And in the morning they opened up the door

And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor

But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd

I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard

I could chop my arms off and run around the class

I doubt they'd even notice, but I'd be dying fast

Cuz they'd rather learn about redneck chicker

Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter

Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck em all ah

They can suck my nuts till they wood teeth fall out

And the class wanna know who could it be

But I'm like Dewey Boodie, you ain't never heard of me

I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag

But I got his motherfucking melon chilling in my bookbag

 

I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day

I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway

I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag

I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag
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