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Studying History
A parody of "Building a Mystery" by Sarah Mclaughlan.
New words by Philip Wesley 1999

You study at night.
That's when the energy comes.
A Star Bucks in sight.
And your hair's uncombed.
You stretched your classes bare.
And you're homocide prone.
Read a chapter on prophets that died; before Jesus came.

You're flunking on History.

You don't get to Church.
You never creep through shopping malls.
Because you can't give up the search.
For that book on St. Pauls.
You write about scandals and polio.
And Smile! It's all due today.
Don't you look out the window.
You'll be distracted by the sunny day.

You're so studious.
With your books 'neath your arm.
And so careful.
To beat the teachers late alarms.

'Cause  you're working.
Failing on History.
Reading on and cramming it in.

Yeah, you're working.
Failing on History.
And choosing your words, so, carefully.

You woke up screaming loud.
And everyone thought you were odd.
In 3rd block with Shears.
You were sweating in tears.
You told us of Franklin with a know-it-all-grin.
Just then the teacher told you to sit down again.

You're so studious.
A student studying up on the wrong man.
Your presentation was supposed to be set up about SIAM.

'Cause  you're working.
Failing on History.
Reading on and cramming it in.

Yeah, you're working.
Failing on History.
And choosing your words, so, carefully.

Repeat, scant to fade.