Текст песни AM Gold

Classrooms, were like cages to me Dragged myself in... anyway. Forced in with the believers Parents and teachers Watched the hallways Contract and twist. So i turned to the radio Not a sound on the am It comes and it goes Up and down the dial Flooded in the air Hiding in the hallway Without a care Forced in without a care Receptionist, specialist No family history An iq test Forced into the belief See the alleys dissolve and twist While the world dissolves and splits