Songtext The teachers are afraid of the pupils von Morrissey

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Southpaw grammar

1995

01. The teachers are afraid of the pupils
02. Reader meet author
03. The boy racer
04. The operation
05. Dagenham dave
06. Do your best and don't worry
07. Best friend on the payroll
08. Southpaw

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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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