Letras
I'm a believer
That we are a creature
Born innocent and good
Reminiscent of a teacher
A public school teacher
Who's sweeping the bleachers
And sweating under stadium lights
Like a southern preacher
If all of us are gonna go bad
Like a peach that bruises in a paper bag
Most of us would pay to go back
A pit in the soil
All of us are gonna go mad
This unfettered rage is gonna come to a head
Most of us are already at a rolling boil
I'm a believer
That I'm a receiver
Been given everything in life I ever wanted
I'm hardly beleaguered
But I am a dreamer
Deluded and eager
To squander seven hundred second chances
In consecutive years
If all of us are gonna go bad
Like a peach that bruises in a paper bag
Most of us would pay to go back
A pit in the soil
All of us are gonna go mad
This unfettered rage is gonna come to a head
Most of us are already at a rolling boil
Winner of the lottery by birth
My parents moved south of the city
To quote, the schools are good
There never was a part of me that hurt
Until I couldn't find a part that didn't
There's a dash of glee but most every day is work
I'm a believer
That we are a creature
Born innocent and good
Reminiscent of a teacher