wch

As soon as your born they make you feel small,By giving you no time instead of it all,Till the pain is so big you feel nothing at all,They hurt you at home and they hit you at school,They hate you if you're clever and despise a fool,Till you're so fucking crazy you can't follow their rules,When they've tortured and scared you for 20 odd years,Then they expect you to pick a career,When you can't really function you're so full of fear,Keep you doped with religon, sex and T.V.And you think you're so clever and classless and free,But you're still fucking peasents as far as I can see,There's room at the top I'm telling you still,But first you must learn how to smile as you kill,If you want to be like the folks on the hill..