There was a man who told us all about his yesterdays

He said that come the come, come revolution praise

And though we talked about him, walked about his yesterdays

No crack could snap the fact, he bore them all the way

What a day



Oh what an education

Too bad, too bad

Oh what a reputation

Baby in a plastic bag



Calling out and falling out with everyone

He saw no application for this summering

Although it hurt a lot and burned a lot of offerings

No calling... turned the granary



Oh what an education

Too bad, too bad

Oh what a reputation

Baby in a plastic bag



Well i don't like your face

Well i don't like your taste

Well i don't like this place

And i don't need your embrace



Oh what an education

Too bad, too bad

Oh what a reputation

Baby in a plastic bag



Well i don't like your face

Well i don't like your taste

Well i don't like this place

And i don't need your embrace



In a white room, in a warm man

Warm bizarre

Come and get me

Come and get me

Hang it on, hang heavy

Come



Oh what an education

Too bad, too bad

Oh what a reputation

Baby in a plastic bag