Letra de School, And The Girls Who Go There

I am no longer who I am no longer
It's all ad nauseam to you
Albeit abetted by the first four amounts
I counted them up at the fountain I founded
For you, back at school, everything was true

I am a tastemaker and I kill things
I am not a tastemaker and I kill things
Albeit acquitted on the first four counts
The compilation released by the nation I founded for you
Back at school
Everything was true
Ridiculously cool

I am no longer who I am no longer
It's all ad nauseam to you
Albeit abetted by the first four amounts
They rounded us up by the walls that I never stormed for you
Back at school, everything was true