17

LRC by Rensing

now I'm seventeen

my school is in the country

students wear trainers

read the same magazines

now I'm seventeen

my school is gettinng tiresome

teachers-they're so young

singling me out

only like philosophyafter school the time

that's what I call my own time

nice girls meet nice boys end of school day

while other girls go strait home

talking 'bout soaps'n' that

I go home alone

like it watching the nameless people

surfing subwaystravelling somewhere

“…nowhere…”

now i'm seventeen i do not have a title

depend on no one else busy being king (to myself)

only like philosophyafter school the time

that's what I call my own time

nice girls meet nice boys end of school day

while other girls go strait home

talking 'bout soaps'n' that

i go home alone and have dinner

in my sweet home praying again

againagain (“…peace…”)

i see the same faces in school

they say that i am different i think it's an honour

i say it's an honour to B different

i can't go their way

surfing subwaystravelling somewhere

“…nowhere…”

i go home alone and have dinner

in my sweet home praying again

againagain (“…peace…”)

now i'm seventeen

now i'm “…seventeen…”