 THE TEACHERS ARE AFRAID OF THE PUPILS lyrics ( Morrissey )   
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Artist : Morrissey
Song : THE TEACHERS ARE AFRAID OF THE PUPILS
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
All the birds that are on the
trees
Are singing for delight
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