The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils

Song	The Teachers Are Afraid Of The Pupils
Artist	Morrissey
Album	Southpaw Grammar

	作词 : Boorer, Morrissey
	There's too many people
	Planning your downfall
	When your spirit's on trial
	These nights can be frightening
	Sleep transports sadness
	To some other mid-brain
	And somebody here
	Will not be here next year
	So you stand by the board
	Full of fear and intention
	And if you think that they're listening
	Well, you've got to be joking
	Oh, you understand change
	And you think it's essential
	But when your profession
	Is humiliation
	Say the wrong word to our children
	We'll have you, oh yes, we'll have you
	Lay a hand on our children
	And it's never too late to have you
	Mucus on your collar
	A nail up through the staff chair
	A blade in your soap
	And you cry into your pillow
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	Say the wrong word to our children
	We'll have you, oh yes, we'll have you
	Lay a hand on our children
	And it's never too late to have you
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	I'm very glad the spring has come
	The sun shines out so bright
	Little birds upon the trees
	Are singing for delight

	zuò cí : Boorer, Morrissey
	There' s too many people
	Planning your downfall
	When your spirit' s on trial
	These nights can be frightening
	Sleep transports sadness
	To some other midbrain
	And somebody here
	Will not be here next year
	So you stand by the board
	Full of fear and intention
	And if you think that they' re listening
	Well, you' ve got to be joking
	Oh, you understand change
	And you think it' s essential
	But when your profession
	Is humiliation
	Say the wrong word to our children
	We' ll have you, oh yes, we' ll have you
	Lay a hand on our children
	And it' s never too late to have you
	Mucus on your collar
	A nail up through the staff chair
	A blade in your soap
	And you cry into your pillow
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	Say the wrong word to our children
	We' ll have you, oh yes, we' ll have you
	Lay a hand on our children
	And it' s never too late to have you
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	To be finished would be a relief
	I' m very glad the spring has come
	The sun shines out so bright
	Little birds upon the trees
	Are singing for delight