I’m bored out my mind    Too sick to even care    I’ll take a little walk    Nobody’s going to know    I’m in senior year    It gives you a little free time    I’ll just use it all at once!       Took the fence and the lane    The bus then the train    Bought an ‘Independent’ to make me look like I got brains    I made a story up in my head if anybody would ask    I’m going to a seminar!       I’m a genius    A prodigy    A demon at Maths and Science    I’m up for a prize    If you gotta grow up sometime    You’ve to do it on your own    I don’t think I could stand to be stuck    That’s the way that things were going       The bible’s my tool    There’s no mention of school!    My Damascan Road’s my transistor radio    I tune in at night when my mum and my dad start to fight    I put on my headphones    And I tune out    I am devout    The girls are singing about my life    But they’re not here, they’ve got the wild life          If you want to find out, find out    You got to look them in the eye    That’s why my only choice    Is find the face behind the voice….       She asked the man if the service was open    “Not today, just the choir from the radio”    “Couldn’t I sit in? I’ve come all this way”    “Will you bugger off, I’ve got work to do.”       The city was losing its appeal    God was asleep    He was back in her village, in the fields       “Oh, if I could make sense of it all!    I wish that I could sing    I’d stay in a melody    I would float along in my everlasting song    What would I do to believe?”