School of Rock

I broke the mould,
I sold my soul,
To a little thing I call rock and roll.
So I take my time,
I re-write the rules,
Make them cool,
For this pathetic school.
I scrap the tests,
I say no work.
Rockers capture every Chav that lurks,
Or even thinks it's cool to smirk.
Shove them all in Mathematics,
Until their brains are ditched of static.
So now they're riddled with squealing riffs and guitar solos.
We now sing our Satanic chant;
"Let my guitar strings be my noose,
Let my rock music be free and loose."
Jesus of Suburbia we worship you now,
With our teenage words of Holy Cow!
The grand piano's on a pyre,
And every single textbook liar.
The history books are thrown out the window,
Grammar books on the floor.
Cocaine smells surge out from the labs,
Now we dream of kitty cats and naked boys with fit abs,
At least that's normal for some girls.
PE's replaced with Youth Revolts,
Art is now banner making.
Music is still the same,
Although all you can hear now,
Are guitars, basses, beating drums.
English is now Song Writing.
Geography's a battle ground,
German we don't give a toss,
French an hour-long kissing sesh.
Our timetable's changed quite a bit,
I think you'll agree,
From boring to exciting,
I did it all myself.
So upon my throne I sit,
My sneakered feet on the desk,
Not caring if I make a mess,
Of your darlings innocent blessed heads.
So the School of Rock is in my possession,
So let's go have some band session!