Codeseven

I so want to travel back in time
to change the way you've fixed your mind.
Can't leave well enough alone for long.
The politicians change their lines,
they want to give it all back before its too late.
Teacher let your students choose...
Teacher let your students choose...
The money hungry wash their hands,
these fat old bastards lose their plans.
The battle masters make their peace
and violent hands will soon release
with a love of such intensity
it exposes all our greed.
Teachers let your students choose.
Oh, teachers let your students choose...
So the lesson was intended,
but your speeches never ended.
Now we're waiting...
Waiting for a chance just to speak...
Get on the floor,
get under your desk,
this is it, this is not a test.
Get on the floor,
get under your desk,
this is not... This is not a test.
Oh, teacher...
What a cruel mistake.
You know we can't leave well enough alone,
for goodness sake.
(goodness sake...)