You open your heart   Like pandora's locker   Burnt books - and notes   From this weeks stalker      Sunday morning   Dressed in camouflage   Imperfect crime   Exposing your flaws      You stare at the sun   In dark sunglasses   The long haul pass   Passes in between classes      You aim for the stars   Mouth loaded with gum   But the shot that smarts   Turned out to be dumb      You get what you deserve   In this can of worms   But you never can escape   From a basket of snakes      I saw you at lunch   Singing verses subversive   You're less a threat   Than curse words in cursive      From basket to worse is   A cold hearted task   It's 9 o'clock   And you have no class      I'm on to your lying   And cheating techniques   You forged my name   On an old pair of sneaks      And when jack the terror   Ripped your dress   You hid it from me   But did you hide it from them?      Ring! goes the bell   Skreeee! goes the chalk   Snap! goes the ruler   Click! goes the lock