Lyrics

You feel the weight of imposition Bear heavy on your own decision, decision Fate to face, they multiply The crush of language and the cedent school ties The subtle angles of tradition, tradition Eton for portent St. Paul's for context Oxbridge for vision No need to make this popular One man for progress One man for past tense One man for vision No need to make this popular With your school cap blowing in the breeze It's about time That you made education not a funnel but a wide line NEET to Youth As gove to tact A million faces that are staring straight past A mix of ignorance and fission, fission Eton for portent St. Paul's for context Oxbridge for vision No need to make this popular One man for progress One man for past tense One man for vision No need to make this popular I'd rather starve than become a member of your old boy's club Sooner depart than than see the ascension of the Bullingdon Because I want to make a breakthrough A tired addendum to working hard I'd rather starve than become a member of your old boy's club Because I want to make a breakthrough A tired addendum to working hard I'd rather starve than become a member of your old boy's club Because I want to make a breakthrough A tired addendum to working hard Because I want to make a breakthrough A tired addendum to working hard (I'd rather starve than become a member of your old boy's club)
Writer(s): Michael Coles, Robert Coles Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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