You run to the gate
But you'll be marked late
It's for your own good
It's for your own good
You're likely to make
The grandest mistakes
You suffer alone
In the skin and the bones
Let's sharpen those
New sets of arrows
For the next generation
Of playground martyrs
And joining the game
Of intolerable shame
'Cause everyone shares
In the sins of their fathers
School bell rings
Single file in
Trade you my
Unhappily ever after
So bring out those things
To hammer the wings
Of the next generation
