Mr. Johnson's Head Lyrics

Sitting in the class with my head on the desk 
Teacher's trying to talk but I could give a fuck less 
I'm staring at the freak that I know I'm in love with 
But she don't even know my name it's always been the same 
I just lay my head down and drown in my spit 
Nobody even notices I'm here cuz I ain't shit 
I hear voices but I don't know what they saying 
Sweat is on my forehead cuz my brain's inside decaying 
And this bitch that I love probably don't have no idea 
She's talking to her friends I'm in the corner and I see her 
Something's happening but it isn't very clear 
Sounds like a bell, sounds like an electric chair 
Next thing I know walking in the crowded hall 
So many different faces that I throw up on the wall 
Some are yelling "sick" and the others stop and stare 
But I don't care, I'm in a hurry going nowhere 
See, my head is spinning cuz I'm lonely and I'm twisted 
But I have a secret everybody missed it 
Just a nobody and I think it's a drag 
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag 

I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day 
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway 
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag 
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag 
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day 
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway 
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag 
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag 

I wish somebody knew me cuz then they could say I'm wrong 
But since nobody knows me I got it going on 
I'm staring at the clock, I listen for the tock 
I gotta couple food stamps folded in my sock 
I guess I'm just a ghost cuz everybody walks through me 
If I died in class they would probably say they knew me 
Or they wouldn't care, they wouldn't even move 
A dead body rotting in the back of the room 
For weeks and months, stinking up the class 
Until somebody noticed then they throw me in the trash 
I can hear the teacher man talking about Columbus 
He nothing but an old dead fuck with a compass 
Ran up on a beach and threw everybody off 
And then he claimed discovery and now we all applaud 
I don't give a fuck to learn your uncle went to hell 
I'm trapped in mind and my brain is my cell 
But I have a key, it's called insanity 
I stick in my brain to unlock eternity 
Just a nobody and I think it's a drag 
But I got Mr. Johnson's head in my bookbag 

I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day 
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway 
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag 
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag 
I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day 
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway 
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag 
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag 

"Okay, today we're gonna learn about A Great Freedom. If you'll turn 
your textbooks to Chapter Four we'll get started. America's the 
land of the free, all racists live together in harmony, and we are all 
treated equal, we all live togerther in the same wealthy community 
and we are alternate equals. Yes?" 
"Man, Mr. Johnson already taught us this. Ain't he ever coming back?" 
"Uh, uh, he's, uh, very ill right now." 

No, they can sit and front about it all day 
But I left his fucking body in the hallway 
And in the morning they opened up the door 
And seen his motherfucking carcass laying on the floor 
But they would never suspect me I'm just a nerd 
I try to speak my word, it always goes unheard 
I could chop my arms off and run around the class 
I doubt they'd even notice, but I'd be dying fast 
Cuz they'd rather learn about redneck chicker 
Who owned a couple slaves but I guess it doesn't matter 
Fuck Washington, Benjamin, fuck em all ah 
They can suck my nuts till they wood teeth fall out 
And the class wanna know who could it be 
But I'm like Dewey Boodie, you ain't never heard of me 
I'm just a nobody and I think it's a drag 
But I got his motherfucking melon chilling in my bookbag 

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I couldn't stand the pressure, not another day 
I didn't like the fucker Mr. Johnson anyway 
I sat up in his class, he hung a rebel flag 
I cut the bigots head off and I stuffed it in my bag