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  • 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 excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
    And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
    How do you dare to 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 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
    Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
    Have all the bishops harmonize these lines
    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 to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares)
    Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers
    Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
    Have all the bishops harmonize these lines
    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
  • [00:09.76]When I was young and they packed me off to school
    [00:16.00]And they taught me how not to play the game
    [00:24.52]I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
    [00:31.30]Or if they said that I was just a fool.
    [00:38.56]So I left there in the morning
    [00:42.30]With their God tucked underneath my arm
    [00:46.20]Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
    [00:53.86]And I asked this God a question
    [00:57.67]And by way of firm reply
    [01:01.34]He said, "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays"
    [01:09.15]So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares)
    [01:16.54]Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers
    [01:24.90]I don't believe you
    [01:27.53]You have the whole damn thing all wrong
    [01:31.40]He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
    [01:38.31]Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
    [01:45.62]And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
    [02:05.94]How do you dare to tell me that I'm my Father's son?
    [02:11.46]When that was just an accident of birth
    [02:17.09]I'd rather look around me, compose a better song
    [02:22.87]'Cos that's the honest measure of my worth
    [02:28.57]In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me
    [02:34.40]As you lick the boots of death born out of fear
    [02:43.90]When I was young and they packed me off to school
    [02:48.81]And taught me how not to play the game
    [02:55.05]I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
    [03:00.32]Or if they said that I was just a fool
    [03:06.56]Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
    [03:12.17]Have all the bishops harmonize these lines
    [03:40.63]In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me
    [03:46.21]As you lick the boots of death born out of fear
    [04:06.53]When I was young and they packed me off to school
    [04:12.12]And they taught me how not to play the game
    [04:20.79]I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
    [04:27.17]Or if they said that I was just a fool
    [04:34.82]So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares)
    [04:42.46]Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers
    [04:49.93]Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
    [04:56.94]Have all the bishops harmonize these lines
    [05:05.48]I don't believe you
    [05:07.97]You have the whole damn thing all wrong
    [05:12.49]He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays