He was just a lad of fifteen years
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Who barely fit his breeches
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A latter day Dick Whittington
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Who dreamt of fame and riches
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His teachers took him to one side
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And promised him the earth
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When all he really wanted
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Was a taste of wine and mirth.
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They said "Attend our university
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Accept responsibility
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Chant our mantra of morality
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Until your throat is sore."
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A feast of knowledge this contrite
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Could not supress his appetite
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"Please sir I want some more and more..."
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Christianity was apparent as a fallacy
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The Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost.
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The ones who have the answers
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Are they who pipe the dancers
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Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
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I'll give the whole nation
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A sound education
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Welcome to the school of hard knocks
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Where the ones who know the answers
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Are they that take their chances
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For a small fish cast into an ocean
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Full of unknown terrors
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There's nothing much to smile at
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In his comedy of errors.
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Where streets aren't really paved with gold
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And rags don't turn to riches
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In this catalogue of disasters
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The models were all bitches.
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A Christ on every corner
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For a coin he'll save your soul
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But it's hard to be enlightened
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While you're queueing for your dole.
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When I think of all those shallow lies
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They fed me in the past
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There's one thing I must admit they've taught me...
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That is how to laugh
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At Christianity (it's nothing but a fallacy)
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The Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost
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The ones who have the answers
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Are they who pipe the dancers
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Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.
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This one's for the teachers
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Who want to be preachers
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Will God keep you warm
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When you're cold?
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You'd put those wracked by malnutrition
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Straight onto your diet of superstition.
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Earth mother, The Sun And The Furious Host
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| Skyclad |
