You get to the gate You know you'll be late It's for your own good It's for your own good
You're likely to make the grandest mistakes You suffer alone In the skin and the bone
Let's sharpen those New sets of arrows For the next generation Of playground martyrs
And join in the game Of intolerable shame 'Cos everyone shares In the sins (Innocence?) of their fathers
School bell rings Single file in Trade you my unhappily everafters So bring out those things To hammer the wings Of the next generation Of playground martyrs