Jp Frachiseur

I went to your schools, I did my detention But the walls are so gray, I couldn’t pay attention I heard your gospel- it moved me to tears, But I couldn’t find the hate, and I couldn’t find the fear I met your Savior, I knelt at his feet, And he took my ten bucks, and he went down the street I tried to believe all the things that you said, But my friends that aren’t dying are already dead. Raise a toast to St. Joe Strummer I think he might’ve been our only decent teacher Getting older makes it harder to remember…we are our only saviors We’re gonna build something, this summer