Stereo

I roll out of bed, my clock rings half past.
No time to be fed, already late for my class.
But I still have time for a song on my stereo.
Yeah I always have time for a song on my stereo.

I ride my bicycle, across campus at dawn.
I feel the sun shine bright, upon the rolling green lawns
And I'm biding my time till I'm back on my stereo.
Yeah I'm counting down the time til I'm back on the stereo.

I've got teachers preaching to me about thoughts that should last,
I've got my hand on her leg at the back of the class,
Teacher turn down the lights and dumb us down with the video.
And while the kids wanna prove that we still got a chance,
While otherwise proving that we've grown up too fast,
All the moms and daddies worry bout the songs on the stereo.
Yeah the moms and daddies worry about my songs on the stereo.
 
I'm back into bed, my day is all done.
I had fun with my friends, sorry guys its never as fun.
As the time that I have when I'm rocking on the stereo.
It's been real guys but I'm back on the stereo.

And while people worship money, and the dreamers get burned,
And now everyone is wondering hey man when's it our turn,
Well the things that we want, we never want til they're already gone.
And while Fox News skews stories when the times get tough,
And people don't think we can make it, don't got talent enough,
Well pretty damn soon you'll hear my songs on your stereo.
And you’ll be wondering about the protest songs on your stereo
Listen up all you haters for my songs on your stereo.