Testo di R.I.P Linguo

I wait at the science fair Thought that I would see you there The grapevine tells me, you're at another school Thelonius' hands all over you These fleeting loves of yours I come to expect Heard you made plans To see him again, hold hands Tear my hair out In school time, I can follow you about These fleeting loves of yours I come to expect I will find them all I will break their necks When you hit High-school Thelonius won't move