| When I went to school, my teachers hated me
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| They’re putting me down with every opportunity
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| I didn’t understand why I have always got it wrong
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| And why they got their pleasure out of beating one so young
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| Hauled out the classroom for wearing coloured socks
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| And punched across the playground by a psychopathic jock
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| These school days, for me — was a pain across my back
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| Detentions, and inceptions with my knuckle wrapped
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| We will make you, We will take you
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| We will make you, We will break you!
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| Told that I was useless and a waste of space
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| Beating me daily, with a smile upon their face
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| And handed out the punishments, time and time again
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| I think they used the cane more often than the pen
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| We will make you, We will take you
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| We will make you, We will break you
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| We will hate you, We will keep you
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| We will beat you, We will rape you!
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| Short, sharp shock!
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| The boy needs a short, sharp, shock!
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| Rejected by a system, I didn’t understand
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| I learnt to cheat and fight, and get the upper hand
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| Then undercover of the night, behind the psycho’s shed
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| That bastard bully teacher I made him squeal just like a pig!
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| We will make you, We will take you
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| We will make you, We will break you
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| We will hate you, We will keep you
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| We will beat you, We will rape you! |