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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! |
