Short, Sharp, Shock

When I went to school, my teachers hated me.
They're putting me down with every opportunity.
I didn't understand why I have always got it wrong.
And why they got their pleasure out of beating one so young.

Hauled out the classroom for wearing coloured socks.
And punched across the playground by a psychopathic jock.
These school days, for me - was a pain across my back.
Detentions, and inceptions with my knuckle wrapped

We will make you, We will take you,
We will make you, We will break you!

Told that I was useless and a waste of space.
Beating me daily, with a smile upon their face.
And handed out the punishments, time and time again.
I think they used the cane more often than the pen.

We will make you, We will take you,
We will make you, We will break you,
We will hate you, We will keep you,
We will beat you, We will rape you!

Short, sharp shock!
The boy needs a short, sharp, shock!

Rejected by a system, I didn't understand.
I learnt to cheat and fight, and get the upper hand.
Then undercover of the night, behind the psycho's shed
That bastard bully teacher I made him squeal just like a pig!

We will make you, We will take you,
We will make you, We will break you,
We will hate you, We will keep you,
We will beat you, We will rape you!