We could crawl at twenty-two
And once they've got you down there It's so hard to re-straighten your back We could crawl at one handred and two
And the target brainless don't quite reach Covered so kindly in your opening speech Is a tiny crab of thought, crab of thought
Let lessons not the pupils teach Justice not the lesers breach And maggots not have fingers
I wrote this song in braille So you could touch the words
From my mouth back to the jail You could touch the words that sail From the mouth back to the jail
Curtsies, bows, thank you sirs And the wearing of a business suit Lead to complaints of backache And end with a Nazi salute
And once they've got you down there It's so hard to re-straighten your back We could crawl at two two two
And the target brainless don't quite reach Covered so kindly in your opening speech Is a tiny crab of thought, crab of thought
Let lessons not the pupils teach Justice not the lesers breach And maggots not have fingers
I wrote this song in braille So you could touch the words
From my mouth back to the jail You could touch the words that sail From the mouth back to the jail That is posing as tongue
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