Dolo

legend has it that when the devil first came to [?]
with his [?] t-shirt, and long greasy hair,
he slipped[?] into our school,
and he walked down the hallway like he owned the place
as he walked by half the girls got a chill run down their spines
They rose brokenly[?] from their desks,
they walked down from math to english[?]
stood silently passed their doorways, up and down the hall
watching him go by
I didn't see him myself, all I remembered was the moving[?]
[?] outside

[?] on my desk, and out of thе window,
down the hall the shaft of [?], to the street
whеre it was [?] beneath the wheels of the passing car
and I got a zero, the teacher called me a smartass but I told her my exam had taken off on its own.

an english assignment was handed in
[?] written over and over
I knew it had gotten out of hand,
but my grandmother asked me about it
"that music your listening to, it's not devil music is it? why is she screaming like this?"
"she's angry" I told her, [?], "there's a lot to be angry about" she agreed. "just be careful, men never want to marry angry girls"