Stuff school, stuff it all
I’m not gonna be treated like dirt on their shoe
Some mind for them to experiment on
With teachers who aint got a bloody clue
A child makes a perfect slave
Make them work all day and night
Tell them school is fun and teachers are nice
Then bully them into becoming ‘bright’
Shout at them, send them out
Give them detentions and then call home
Send them to the boss so they can scream more
Something you can’t do with kids of your own
When they look slightly angry or slightly down
Hassel them and be a nosey cow
Make them stay after class, so you can ask them more
And tell them you’ll always be there….somehow
But do you think we believe that?
We know what you think; no mater what you say
You just want to get involved in our business
So just leave us be, go away
You don’t really care whether the work is too hard
Or how we feel deep inside
You shout as us, then treat us like angels
You joke and tell us to commit suicide
Although you may not always mean what you say
People like me...think carefully about it
Some words you say we may ignore
But others we consider with our wit
So think hard before you speak to us
Before you give us the talk or you shout
We never believe the crap and the lies
So let the truth we want to hear roll out
Alternatively you could let us be
Leave us alone to figure things out
Don’t be so nosey and stay out the way
Coz we don’t believe the crap you say anyway.
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