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When I was young and they packed me off to school |
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And they taught me how not to play the game |
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Oh, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success |
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Or if they said that |
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I was just a fool |
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So I left there in the morning |
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With their |
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God under my arm |
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Their half assed smiles and the book of rules |
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Then I asked this |
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God a question |
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And by way of firm reply |
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He said, "I'm not the kind you have to wind-up on Sundays" |
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And to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares |
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Before I'm through |
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I'd like to say my prayers |
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Oh, I don't believe you, you had the whole damn thing all wrong |
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And he's not the kind you have to wind-up on |
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SundayWell, you can excommunicate me on my way to |
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Sunday school |
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And have all the |
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Bishops harmonize these lines |
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How do you dare tell me that |
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I'm my father's son |
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When that was just an accident of birth? |
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Oh, I'd rather look around me, compose a better song' |
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Cos that's the honest measure of my worth |
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And in your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me |
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As you lick the boots of death born out of fear |
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When I was young and they packed me off to school |
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And they taught me how not to play the game |
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Oh, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success |
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Or if they said that |
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I was just a fool |
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And so I left there in the morning |
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With their |
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God under my arm |
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The half assed smiles and the book of rules |
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And you can excommunicate me on my way to |
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Sunday school |
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And have all the |
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Bishops harmonize these lines |
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When I was young and they packed me off to school |
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And they taught me how not to play the game |
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Oh, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success |
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Or if they said that |
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I was just a fool |
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And so to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares |
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Before I'm through |
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I'd like to say my prayers |
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And you can excommunicate me on my way to |
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Sunday school |
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And have all the |
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Bishops harmonize these lines |
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I don't believe you, you had the whole damn thing all wrong |
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And he's not the kind you have to wind-up on a |
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Sunday |
