When we grew up and went to school, there were certain teachers
      who would hurt the children any way they could
by pouring their derision upon anything we did
exposing every weakness, however carefully hidden by the kid.

(in video only)
What have we here, laddie?
Mysterious scribblings?
A secret code?
Oh, poems, no less.
Poems, everybody!

The laddie reckons himself a poet!
“Money, get back.
I’m all right, jack.
Keep your hands off my stack.
New car, caviar, 4-star day dream,
Think I’ll buy me a football team.”

Absolute rubbish, laddie!
Get on with your work.

Repeat after me:
“An acre is the area of a rectangle
whose length is….”

But in 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
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

We don't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey! Teacher! Leave us kids alone!
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

Spoken:
"Wrong, Do it again!
Wrong, Do it again!
If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding.
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?
You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds! Stand still, laddie!"

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