Cretin - Mister Frye, the Janitor Guy lyrics

Goddamn teachers, never appreciating what I do, never looking me in the eye, and the children, just as bad, cleaning up their mess, throwing food just to spite me, chanting, "Mister Frye, the janitor guy, Mister Frye with the lazy eye," and smiling, mopping, I just say "Now children, you must never throw your trash in the side garden," and they do it anyways, but would they if they knew it's been me all along, when they sing, "Mister Frye, the toilet doesn't work, we can't flush, you stupid jerk," years and years I've stopped the water, stealing all their turds, carrying them inside my pockets, planting them in soil, tending my garden, growing it green and beautiful, something no one can take from me, those sh**ty f**ing brats, forty f**ing years, and now that tree is more than strong enough, and will they close the school, what will happen when they find me hanging from the bough, will the kids sing if I can't hear them, "Mister Frye, dead and blue, Mister Frye, his pockets full of poo"?