Текст песни Morrissey - The Teachers Are Afraid of The Pupils
Morrissey - The Teachers Are Afraid of The Pupils слова песни
Theres too many peoplePlanning your downfallWhen your spirits on trialThese nights can be frighteningSleep transports sadnessTo some other mid-brainAnd somebody hereWill not be here next yearSo you stand by the boardFull of fear and intentionAnd, if you think that theyre listeningWell, youve got to be jokingOh, you understand changeAnd you think its essentialBut when your professionIs humiliationSay the wrong word to our children ...Well have you, oh yes, well have youLay a hand on our childrenAnd its never too late to have youMucus on your collarA nail up through the staff chairA blade in your soapAnd you cry into your pillowTo be finished would be a reliefTo be finished would be a reliefTo be finished would be a reliefTo be finished would be a reliefTo be finished would be a reliefTo be finished would be a reliefSay the wrong word to our children ...Well have you, oh yes, well have youLay a hand on our childrenAnd its never too late to have youTo be finished would be a reliefTo be finished would be a reliefTo be finished would be a reliefTo be finished would be a reliefTo be finished would be a reliefTo be finished would be a reliefIm very glad the spring has comeThe sun shines out so brightAll the birds that are on the treesAre singing for delight