Detention Disco

Another note from the principal. Another speech about the rules. But the hallway turns to festival. We rebels run the school. Lock the doors, turn off the lights. We're starting a party tonight. This is detention disco. We don't care who says no. Kick the desks, break the bell. Turn this prison into hell. Drop, drop, hey, hey. We don't behave. Hey, hey. We misbehave. Hey, hey. We don't behave. Hey, Graffiti dreams on locker doors. Sneakers sliding on the floor. If they call our parents, fine. We'll be legends by midnight. Sneaking speakers through the gate. Gate, gate. Security is running late. Hall monitors lose control. Troll, troll, troll. When the bass begins to roll. Write our names across the sky with the lasers Passing by. If this night becomes a crime, We'll be guilty every time. This is...