I wake up every morning to the sound of your screams,
I wake up just to figure out that I can't stay in my dreams.
But worst of all I wake up to this thing you sadists all call school,
A place that I would like,
If it had a few less rules.
You are my alarm clock,
You sit at my bedside,
But when I find that you woke me up,
I go to check the time,
And when I check the time,
Do you know what I find?
I find that's it's a Saturday and that I can't get back to sleep,
So thanks so much you piece of junk,
For messing with my sleep.
