Manning - Old School lyrics

Down the corridors with rooms that look the same. Numbers on the borders, pictures on the window frames Chalk dust still hangs in the air... The desks are lined up still so fixed & square Hands clean, neatly folded History, writing, reading stories of old Sound the bell & make a line outside the hall Walking with no talking or feel the slipper fall Children's echoes in the yard Time is a wasting; lessons hard Hair combed, shoes tied in a bow Books, pens, satchels hanging all in a row So you must put your play things down Sit & pay attention, don't fool around No room for dreamers in this place... We train the future master race Eyes front, ears back, hands down Turning countless pages, recite the laws We got to get away We need to break the silence & make a stand today against draconian violence Rules were meant to stick, but sticks were not meant to rule You can teach this dog new tricks We're nobody's fool We got to get away (x12) When the smoke had all blown clear The teachers looked on chaos with some fear No longer could they put us down... Redress the balance, define the noun One small Victory, not the War Made to stand & face the door for my crimes