Professor Lyrics
| Song | Professor |
| Artist | Acqua Fragile |
| Album | Mass-Media Stars |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Hanging around his life's only chapter | |
| Delighted by the idea to chase after | |
| Your mistake, your disgrace. | |
| Smelling the naïve sheets of your notebook | |
| Checking out your comb, your breath and | |
| Your looks | |
| Makes you crawl, in the hall | |
| He ain't a teacher, he ain't a master | |
| Powdering your words he plays the expert | |
| One way lens, sour pen. | |
| Staring at every stroke of your shy brush | |
| Grinning he drives our notes in a small husk | |
| Screams and shouts, sets your trial | |
| Dear Professor what's the use in markin' | |
| If what we do wrong is not important? | |
| Blue and red lashings can't hurt our bodies | |
| We're still on the run we're still on the run | |
| We all make mistakes trying to do things | |
| But what we do rights is more important | |
| Dear Professor this is worth the effort | |
| What's wrong with your mind what's wrong with your mind | |
| Ain't no teacher, he'll never master | |
| Scratches his « know-all-nose », fake expert | |
| Tiresome eye, black bow tie, | |
| He thinks he has a desk full of credits | |
| In every art display hangs his habit | |
| Talkin' bad, about what you lack | |
| Good morning Sir.., | |
| Here's most important test for you to check | |
| It was your own life that you've misgraded | |
| Judging your own test the way you judged ours | |
| Missin' now each point that you could count on | |
| Zero's what you've got it was your last shot | |
| You will fade away you will fade away. |
| Hanging around his life' s only chapter | |
| Delighted by the idea to chase after | |
| Your mistake, your disgrace. | |
| Smelling the na ve sheets of your notebook | |
| Checking out your comb, your breath and | |
| Your looks | |
| Makes you crawl, in the hall | |
| He ain' t a teacher, he ain' t a master | |
| Powdering your words he plays the expert | |
| One way lens, sour pen. | |
| Staring at every stroke of your shy brush | |
| Grinning he drives our notes in a small husk | |
| Screams and shouts, sets your trial | |
| Dear Professor what' s the use in markin' | |
| If what we do wrong is not important? | |
| Blue and red lashings can' t hurt our bodies | |
| We' re still on the run we' re still on the run | |
| We all make mistakes trying to do things | |
| But what we do rights is more important | |
| Dear Professor this is worth the effort | |
| What' s wrong with your mind what' s wrong with your mind | |
| Ain' t no teacher, he' ll never master | |
| Scratches his nbsp knowallnose nbsp, fake expert | |
| Tiresome eye, black bow tie, | |
| He thinks he has a desk full of credits | |
| In every art display hangs his habit | |
| Talkin' bad, about what you lack | |
| Good morning Sir.., | |
| Here' s most important test for you to check | |
| It was your own life that you' ve misgraded | |
| Judging your own test the way you judged ours | |
| Missin' now each point that you could count on | |
| Zero' s what you' ve got it was your last shot | |
| You will fade away you will fade away. |
| Hanging around his life' s only chapter | |
| Delighted by the idea to chase after | |
| Your mistake, your disgrace. | |
| Smelling the na ve sheets of your notebook | |
| Checking out your comb, your breath and | |
| Your looks | |
| Makes you crawl, in the hall | |
| He ain' t a teacher, he ain' t a master | |
| Powdering your words he plays the expert | |
| One way lens, sour pen. | |
| Staring at every stroke of your shy brush | |
| Grinning he drives our notes in a small husk | |
| Screams and shouts, sets your trial | |
| Dear Professor what' s the use in markin' | |
| If what we do wrong is not important? | |
| Blue and red lashings can' t hurt our bodies | |
| We' re still on the run we' re still on the run | |
| We all make mistakes trying to do things | |
| But what we do rights is more important | |
| Dear Professor this is worth the effort | |
| What' s wrong with your mind what' s wrong with your mind | |
| Ain' t no teacher, he' ll never master | |
| Scratches his nbsp knowallnose nbsp, fake expert | |
| Tiresome eye, black bow tie, | |
| He thinks he has a desk full of credits | |
| In every art display hangs his habit | |
| Talkin' bad, about what you lack | |
| Good morning Sir.., | |
| Here' s most important test for you to check | |
| It was your own life that you' ve misgraded | |
| Judging your own test the way you judged ours | |
| Missin' now each point that you could count on | |
| Zero' s what you' ve got it was your last shot | |
| You will fade away you will fade away. |
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