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HEY! HEY YOU! YOU! YES, YOU! STAND STILL LADDIE!
When we grew up and went to school, there were certain teachers who would hurt the children anyway they could. By pouring their derision upon anything we did, exposing every weakness, however carefully hidden by the kid. (
"Well well well, what have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code? No! Poems, no less! Poems, everybody! The laddie reckons himself a poet! 'cheddar get back / I'm all right, Jack / Keep your hands off my stack / New car / Caviar / Four star daydream / Think I'll buy me a football team.' Absolute rubbish, laddie. Get on with your work!")
But in the town it was well known, When they got home at night, Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them within inches of their lives!
We don't need no education, we don't need no thought control, no dark sarcasm in the classroom. Teacher, leave those kids alone, Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone. All in all, it's just another brick in the wall. All in all, you're just another brick in the wall.
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Hey you! out there in the cold getting lonely, getting old, can you feel me?
Hey you, standing in the aisles With itchy feet and fading smiles can you feel me? Hey you, don't help them to bury the light! Don't give in...without a fight! Hey you, out there on your own, sitting naked by the phone
would you touch me? Hey you, with you ear against the wall waiting for someone to call out, would you touch me? Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone? Open your heart...
I'm coming home!
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Last edited by Gribbie on Mon Sep 03, 2007 6:45 pm, edited 3 times in total.
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