Written by Max Collins 







One thousand faces all look the same 

They're all so boring mild and tame 

Contaminate him knock off his glasses 

Teach him to tamper with the cloning process 

Pardon me sir can I ask you a favor 

Make me a cowboy like my next door neighbor 

Pardon me sir can I use your eraser 

To remove my brain of unconventional nature 



Take my tongue 

It's cocked and loaded 

The board has dubbed you special student 

Sit alone sweat in silence 

We don't tolerate defiance 



One thousand paces lead to the gate 

They're all so mild sedate 

You hear me say this don't make any sense 

As I hop up and over the fence 



Hooked on nicotine and phonics 

Fun like macro economics 

Still and quiet like they taught us 

Fun like macro economics 



Vigilante thoughts and a cheap guitar 

I am my own movie star 

I don't know you I don't want to 

I don't know you I don't want to