When I was young and they packed me off to school
and they taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was just a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked underneath my arm --
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
And I asked this God a question
and by way of firm reply,
He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
I don't believe you:
you have the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops promenade these lines --
How'd you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son
when that was just an accident of birth.
I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song
`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory
you're a poorer man than me
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
When I was young and they packed me off to school
and they taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was just a fool.
So I left there in the morning
with their God tucked under my arm --
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops promenade these lines --
When I was young and they packed me off to school
and they taught me how not to play the game,
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,
or if they said that I was just a fool.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school
and have all the bishops promenade these lines --
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.comI don't believe you:
you have the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.