Dead Kennedys – Straight A’s

Sixteen, on the honor roll

I wish that I was dead

Parents hate me, I got zits

And bruises ’round my head

Pressure’s on to get good grades

So I can be like them

Do my homework all the time

I can’t go out just then

People they ain’t friends at all

They tease and suck me dry

Yell at me when I fuck up

And party while I cry

I look so big on paper

I feel so fucking small

Wanna die and you don’t care

Just stride on down the hall

Suicide suicide

Read the paper, wonder why

Turn the light out, then you cry

It’s your fault, you made me die

Touch me won’t you touch me now

So frozen I can’t love

When I was born my mama cried

And picked me up with gloves

Girls, they kick me in the eye

Want answers to the tests

When they get them they drive off

And leave me home to rest

Hold my head

Make me warm

Tell me I am loved

Give me hope

Let me cry

Make me feel

Give me touch

The window’s broken bleeding screaming

Lying in the hall

I’m gone no one remembers me

A picture on the wall

“He was such a bright boy

The future in his hands