You run to the gate

But you'll be marked late

It's for your own good

It's for your own good

You're likely to make

The grandest mistakes

You suffer alone

In the skin and the bones

Let's sharpen those

New sets of arrows
For the next generation

Of playground martyrs

And joining the game

Of intolerable shame

'Cause everyone shares

Innocence of their fathers

School bell rings

Single file in

Trade you my
Unhappily ever after

So bring out those things

To hammer the wings

Of the next generation

Of playground martyrs