Naked truths and well-dressed lies The greasy hair and toxic smiles The swivel chairs and the piles of paper Being forced to fill them in later Standing over me, leaning into me Get it over quickly x4 Lost on the proverbials, put up on a pedestal Choking on the tone and the atmospheric chemicals Long walk from your station to receive your penance Crucified for talking back and mistimed vengeance Talking down to me, shouting over me Get it over quickly x4 The anoraks with the crests hide faces that are blanks It's just too much work to do for hollow thanks Solo A sneer and a sniff and some bondage knickers The girls start to cry and the boys start to snicker Should have knocked first on the door of the head mistress A nail in the coffin of the pupil's innocence Whispering coquettishly, a false sense of security Get it over quickly...