Bilbo

Wish my classmates would show me where we could flee
To be free, finally
So we could escape you away to some place new
I'm way through with your institution

’Cause when you make me cut my hair
I feel as though my head were bare
It just seems so unfair

Sadly, I saw what you did to Patty
How can you not feel badly
When you've shaved him like a sheep?

So Bilbo,
How do you sleep?

Your dress code is so old
And we're told to fit the mold
Have we sold our own souls?

When you make me buy new clothes
Because my favorite ones have holes
How does this train me for my future goals?

Or is it against the church
To have rips in my shirts?
Who does it hurt?

Tell me Billy,
How do you sleep?

So Bilbo, don't you know
The visibility of my face at lunch time
Is in no way related to my own ability
In the class room or my mind
So please don't judge me or my worth
Based on the condition of my hair
What would Saint John say if he knew?
Yeah, if only he were aware
Of all the emphasis on appearance that goes on here

So once again explain to me
’Cause honestly, I can't see
How you get any sleep at night