Lyrics A Little Opus - Little Comets

A Little Opus

You feel the weight of imposition
Bear heavy on your own decision, decision
Fate to face, they multiply
The crush of language
And the cedent school ties
The subtle angles of tradition, tradition
Eton for portent
St. Paul’s for context
Oxbridge for vision
No need to make this popular
One man for progress
One man for past tense
One man for vision
No need to make this popular
With your school cap blowing in the breeze
It’s about time
That we made education
Not a funnel but a wide line
Need to youth as Gove to tact
One million faces
That are staring straight past
A mix of ignorance and fission, fission
Eton for portent
St. Paul’s for context
Oxbridge for vision
No need to make this popular
One man for progress
One man for past tense
One man for vision
No need to make this popular
I’d rather starve than become a member
Of your Old Boys club
Sooner depart than see the ascension
Of the Bullingdon
Because I want to
Make a break through
A tired addendum to working hard
I’d rather starve than become a member
Of your Old Boys club
Because I want to
Make a break through
A tired addendum to working hard
I’d rather starve than become a member
Of your Old Boys club
Because I want to
Make a break through (I'd rather starve than become a member)
A tired addendum to working hard (Of your Old Boys club)
Because I want to
Make a break through (I'd rather starve than become a member)
A tired addendum to working hard (Of your Old Boys club)
I’d rather starve than become a member
Of your Old Boys club