Mr. Bungle Everyone I Went To Highschool With Is Dead
Another summer rolls by And I can't help but feel pain All those familiar faces Come back to haunt me again Whether I hated their guts Or hardly knew them at all I always felt faraway Beside them there in the halls My yearbook keeps me informed My yearbook keeps me in line It's an obituary Gives me a concept of time We'vw graduated and grown From a real world once our own Yet we have proven them wrong By droping off all along
