Because... it matters... When I was young and they packed me off to school and taught me how not to play the game, I didnt mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was just a fool So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm their half-assed smiles and the book of rules So I asked this God a question and by way of firm reply, He said Im not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): before Im through Id like to say my prayers I dont believe you: you had the whole damn thing all wrong Hes not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all the bishops harmonize these lines how do you dare tell me that Im my Fathers son when that was just an accident of Birth Id rather look around me compose a better song `cos thats the honest measure of my worth In your pomp and all your glory youre a poorer man than me, as you lick the boots of death born out of fear. When I was young and they packed me off to school and taught me how not to play the game, I didnt mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was just a fool So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm their half-assed smiles and the book of rules Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all the bishops harmonize these lines When I was young and they packed me off to school and taught me how not to play the game, I didnt mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was just a fool So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): before Im through Id like to say my prayers Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all the bishops harmonize these lines I dont believe you: you had the whole damn thing all wrong Hes not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays https://youtube/watch?v=JZ-79fwassg
Posted on: Sun, 14 Dec 2014 18:56:32 +0000
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