Dead Poets

You got expelled for smoking pot near the music room You used to play your drum so loud You're painting house now You're keeping items in like a cage with a blanket of snow you got a couple DUIs Now you're hitch hiking under grey skies Ooooohhh oo ooooh oooo oooooh Mom says, dad says, "Can't you be more like your bother?" You're mind grows darker You run run run run run away back into the woods You've got your snacks you've got you're tent And your sleeping bag You use your compass to find out Where you're sleeping out The stream is rushing by your toes Fishing for trout catching minnows oooooooh Mom says, Dad says "Can't you be more like your brother?" You're mind grows darker You run run run run you run away back into the woods You don't need them anyway Mom says, Dad says "Can't you be more like your brother?" You're mind grows darker You run run run run you run away back into the woods