We hide the youths in school prisons
While mental cycles go to waste
And wish for education to force in every face
But cynics know the subtle plot
Where pixies and immortals lie
It's in computers where boredom goes to die
Alas, alack, there are no locks
So playful fun ignites
Breaking, stealing, getting into fights
Until the fuzz join in the game
And lock away those zitty guys
We see the world is just the same
But now we have a whistle for the lies