"Teachers In The Bleachers" lyrics

One, two, three, four...

I've seen my teachers in the bleachers
And I'm just wasting precious time of ten years spoiled public speakers
Long lines
Of this still-natured family
Slaps me on my good side and takes me out for dinner

I can see from side, to side, to side, to side, decide
I decided to step out of that spot to rot
And now I know the reason why the operator failed to smile

'Cause all the while it's not the first time
And it's not the last time for me to fall from grace
In a really crowded place, yeah

I confide, confide, confide, confide
I confided my secret disposition to you
Along the lines, along the lines, along the lines, along the lines of this