Traditional Music/Volksmuziek/Wereldmuziek

Traditional Music/Volksmuziek/Wereldmuziek - The Burning Of The School lyrics

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Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured ev'ry teacher; we have broken ev'ry rule
We have bound and gagged the principal and tossed him in the pool
Our gang is marching on!

Glory, Glory, Hallelujah!
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I met her at the door with a loaded .44
And the teacher don't teach no more!


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My eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We've tortured every teacher, we've broken every rule
We are marching to the office, to shoot the Principal
Us kids are marching on

Glory glory hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I shot her through the floor with a loaded 44
Now teacher don't teach no more

We pelted all the recess aides with bouncy rubber balls
And took three cans of gasoline with which we decked the halls
And they we played with matches and set fire to them all
Our school is burning down

We hacked the school computer and erased our failing grades
We slashed at all the spelling books with rusty razor blades
And threw all that was left onto the bonfire that we made
Our school is burning down

The records that they had on us were only dirty lies
We never made explosives from the janitor’s supplies
At least not til this morning, now imagine their surprise!
Our school is burning down

The fire alarms are blaring now, and this is not a drill
If you haven’t heard our story yet, we guarantee you will
We’re the ones who turned the gym into a charcoal grill
Our school is burning down

The hopscotch court’s the only way that anyone can tell
The school was ever standing here, we did our job so well
And now the hopscotch players can hop all the way to hell
Our school is burning down

We made darn sure that everybody got what they deserved
We forced all of the lunch ladies to eat the food they served
When we go to trial can we be graded on a curve?
Our school is burning down

We have broken all the chalkboards so the teachers cannot write
We have painted all the toilets black and all the lockers white
We have torn up all the math books and we've locked the school's front door
There won't be school no more

Glory glory hallelujah
School is closed now, what's it to ya?
There won't be no more homework, there won't be no more tests
There won't be school no more
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