(Composição: Tatiana Shmailyuk, Eugene Abdiukhanov, Vlad Ulasevycvh, Roman Ibramkhalilov) Good evening, kids, take your seats, open up your Bibles I'm gonna chastise some rivals so keep your eyes wide open The young soul lost control, made her first foul This is my duty to set the bounds She grabbed my hand, took me in, placed me in front of the class She gave a hint I was the clou of her mass I’m in the middle of the Holy of Holies I have no worries I saw dusty icons on the wall I saw needles and stones So she put a paper bag on my head She pointed finger at me, and then she said Dear Lord, forgive me as I'm slapping, slapping, slapping this sinful child By your hand I'm led so I will, show, show What is wrong and what is right Choose your label ’cause I'm mercy, mercy, merciful Put your knuckles on the table, meet my friend ferule Who'll punish you When their prejudice let us down We stand firmly on our ground Don't let their school make a fool of you Because the teachers may be fools too When their prejudice let us down We stand firmly on our ground Don't let their school make a fool of you Because the teachers may be fools too Laws chalked on the blackboard Can't be erased until it gets boring The lady spoke and then she choked On the convictions oh so alluring She made a pause in her verbal overdose My paper bag slipped down on the floor I took a look around, there was no sanctuary Desks empty, the school was all imaginary, ah Teacher, teacher! Self-proclaimed preacher Under the flag of welfare your lectures start to blare We need no soap shoved down our throats So keep your monologues unrated and remote I am a bad example of order This life is not a prison and you are not a warden Please teacher, teacher! Leave us alone As we accept life lessons from no one When their prejudice let us down We stand firmly on our ground Don't let their school make a fool of you Because the teachers may be fools too When their prejudice let us down We stand firmly on our ground Don't let their school make a fool of you Your idols scream to me Throwing shame on my face As I turn away from infamy and disgrace I smile to you, ’cause I want you to see How I break the rules in front of your trinity Your idols scream to me Throwing shame on my face As I turn away from infamy and disgrace Oh, I smile to you I smile to you I smile to you
