The eighth song off the album Summercamp Nightmare by Three. Lyrics Well I don't realy know what I've done But they tell me it's 4:21 And the snakes are all shedding the light While I stockpile secrets Alone in my darkness I'm searching the crowd for a smile But there are no pretty girls in style In the 9th grade of Hell where I'm from There are no pretty girls How come? For the State of the Union Address He'll be dressin' himself for the press They'll be pressing him up to confess That the state of the union's a mess And the point is He's searching the crowd for a smile But there are no pretty girls in syle In the 9th grade of Hell where he's from There are no pretty girls How come? There's a man overboard underneath That don't shut up Oddly enough he can't speak But that's not enough Melody might spring a leak They can't shut off A ship slowly sinking at sea We self destruct Well they came in the dead of the night And they looked to be looking to fight So I challenged the lead to the line And he broke me like glass As he passed into presently Searching the crowd for a smile But there are no pretty girls in style In the 9th grade of Hell where they're from There are no pretty girls How come? Well I'm searching the crowd for a smile But there are no pretty girls in style In the 9th grade of Hell where I'm from There are no pretty girls How come?