Lyrics:
Let me tell you about scientific management
And the theft of its concealment
The Birmingham School of Business School
In Birmingham
It's main theme
my blood
But when I grow up, gonna be a scientist of love
Working on, love science
Got to know, love science
Show the world, love science
How
all around this town
I took a wrong turn at growing up and it's freaking me out
Back at school it never made much sense
Now I pay but I can't pay
And now the severe beating of a high school science teacher."
"Zinc is by far the best element."
"I also like plutonium."
"It's just fun
Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical
Science in the home
Late nights all alone with a test tube
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Maxwell Edison, majoring in
Joan was quizzical, studied pataphysical
Science in the home
Late nights all alone with a test tube
Oh, oh-oh-oh
Maxwell Edison, majoring in
numbers to big to be named
Numerical precision is a science with a mission
And I think it's gonna drive me insane.
Parents fighting with their
Live my life
Live my life
Live my life
Live my life
Five brothers they were layin in the lobby
And one had a shotty
Greed made em thirsty
all around this town
I took a wrong turn at growing up and it's freaking me out
Back at school it never made much sense
Now I pay but I can't pay
Chorus
I don't want to want to go to school no more
I don't want to want to go to school no more
I don't want to want to go to school no more. No
Dreaming
TV on, of course caffeine.
A science of submission again
Another day, on this little island, just a bell hangs on.
Porridge done, I take my
trigonometry, and if that don't tax your brain
There are numbers to big to be named (too big to be named)
Numerical precision is a science with a mission
And I
a fool
(No ways nigga)
Makes me happy
(Makes me happy)
When I gats to school
These punks
And if you ask me why I did it
It's cause
Bad management
(Bad
In school they never taught bout hamburgers or steak
Elijah Muhammed or the welfare state
But I know
And I know because of KRS-one
Yeah and I
Mystery of Science
Harry Rooster
Mystery of Science
Mystery of Science
Mystery of Science
Mystery of Science
So here we are at the Science Fair.
I Never did good in school
I was a rebal at heart.
While everybody was makin
the grade, I was gettin up to no
good down to an art.
But then you came
In the basement of one of the country's leading medical schools Dr Edward Jessup, candidate for a Nobel Prize, is conducting the most dangerous
Ay what if....What if we all need anger management?
Huh, Why don't we just...
Treat this song like a...an anger management class
Ya feel me?
I
on his lips, spittin' science quips
My fourth grade science teacher was the coolest in the school
He had a pet iguana he'd let out to play with you
He
hits train
His veiled sex seeps through his management sloth
The journey takes one hour
And its a hexen hour
Hexen school
Hexen cursed
Hexen
In school they never taught bout hamburgers or steak
Elijah Muhammed or the welfare state
But I know
And I know because of KRS-one
Yeah and I
Hannah: yes
Lilly: No
Hannah: No
Lilly: Yes
Hannah: Excuse us
Hannah: What are you doing
Lilly: Are science project
Hannah: Oh right ok I got
at the school
Where those nice old ladies tried to teach me
Unaware that I knew much more than they did
And stop at the poolroom for a beer
And sadly say
On and on and on and on and on
In school they never taught bout hamburgers or steak
Elijah Muhammad or the welfare state
But I know and I know
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