Mindless Days
Mindless days spent ordered by the teachers in their prime
Following their words like sheep not allowed to use our minds
The rules that they set for us we follow without qualm
And all the teachers think that they must have some kind of charm
To make us do the things they tell us
And treat them with respect
And all the time we're being told that
These days are the best days of our lives
Please tell me how are we meant to believe
When we even have to fight just to breathe the air we breathe
I gotta tell them, we don't need their rules
And ask why is it teachers think that children are all fools
(Oh) Life is one long struggle even in the outside world
Even when we're called adult to the bottom of the pile we're hurled
There must be an answer here but where I cannot see
I guess there's just one person gonna help and that person's me
So I can live life as I want to
And do just as I please
And all the time I'll know the things I have achieved
Have been achieved by me
Please tell me how are we meant to believe
When we even have to fight just to breathe the air we breathe
I gotta tell them, we don't need their rules
And ask why is it teachers think that children are all fools
Please tell me how are we meant to believe
When we even have to fight just to breathe the air we breathe
I gotta tell them, we don't need their rules
And ask why is it teachers think that children are all fools
(Oh)
These are the best days of our lives
The best days of our lives
(Oh)
Please tell me how are we meant to believe
When we even have to fight just to breathe the air we breathe
I gotta tell them, we don't need their rules
And ask why is it teachers think that children are all fools
Please tell me how are we meant to believe
When we even have to fight just to breathe the air we breathe
Oh I gotta tell them, we don't need their rules
And ask why is it teachers think that children are all fools
Please tell me how are we meant to believe
When we even have to fight just to breathe the air we breathe
I gotta tell them, we don't need their rules
And ask why is it teachers think that children are all fools
Following their words like sheep not allowed to use our minds
The rules that they set for us we follow without qualm
And all the teachers think that they must have some kind of charm
To make us do the things they tell us
And treat them with respect
And all the time we're being told that
These days are the best days of our lives
Please tell me how are we meant to believe
When we even have to fight just to breathe the air we breathe
I gotta tell them, we don't need their rules
And ask why is it teachers think that children are all fools
(Oh) Life is one long struggle even in the outside world
Even when we're called adult to the bottom of the pile we're hurled
There must be an answer here but where I cannot see
I guess there's just one person gonna help and that person's me
So I can live life as I want to
And do just as I please
And all the time I'll know the things I have achieved
Have been achieved by me
Please tell me how are we meant to believe
When we even have to fight just to breathe the air we breathe
I gotta tell them, we don't need their rules
And ask why is it teachers think that children are all fools
Please tell me how are we meant to believe
When we even have to fight just to breathe the air we breathe
I gotta tell them, we don't need their rules
And ask why is it teachers think that children are all fools
(Oh)
These are the best days of our lives
The best days of our lives
(Oh)
Please tell me how are we meant to believe
When we even have to fight just to breathe the air we breathe
I gotta tell them, we don't need their rules
And ask why is it teachers think that children are all fools
Please tell me how are we meant to believe
When we even have to fight just to breathe the air we breathe
Oh I gotta tell them, we don't need their rules
And ask why is it teachers think that children are all fools
Please tell me how are we meant to believe
When we even have to fight just to breathe the air we breathe
I gotta tell them, we don't need their rules
And ask why is it teachers think that children are all fools
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Writer(s): Jason Howell
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