Childish Dreaming

Chalkboards weigh heavy, board rubbers leave scars The exam board inspection to the drawing board my son You need curriculum, strong discipline So pull up your socks, stand tall and breathe in Why am I rich? Why is my back sore? What made us linear? What did granddad die for? Why are there armies and who's on our side? Where does the sun rise and where does it hide? Back to bed, you're dreaming again Safety in numbers, my friend Picked from a shelf sent on parade 40 hours weekly to slave for a wage To pick from shelf, send on parade Children of fortune seek children of fame Why is this yours? Why wasn't it mine? Why do the clocks keep on ticking off time? Why are there nightmares and who made my shoes? Why are there children shedding blood on the news? Back to bed, you're dreaming again Safety in numbers, my friend