The buses are always breaking down
The tires screech and the windows have been shattered
The building is like a sinister ghost town
Every student is bruised and battered
The hallways are lit with crude torches
Illuminating hanging bodies of students long before
The teachers are all ghouls and witches
The system is rotten to the core
The water fountains ooze green slime
The bathroom stalls are painted with blood
There is no concept of escape or time
The locker handles are caked with mud
The floors are covered with something slippery
The lunch moves and crawls on the tray
The lessons are threatening and the textbooks are hairy
Children trudge through its doors day after day
The students themselves are dead inside
With glazed eyes and a faraway stare
When the principle comes out they all run and hide
But escape is something no one would dare
The journey home is long and hard
Each student yawns and groans in fear
Their hands and faces are swollen and scarred
They go back there every school year