in the playground boys and girls
were making circles of friends
hand in hand there was just one soul
for a sample twenty copy the leader's power
and the follower's slavery
prepared us well for later

there are things we don't talk about
at the parents meeting
blind teachers show them the marks
and the report's not good enough
in the playgroudn teachers were on the beat
a whistle in their hand and a clock in their brain

teardrops have replaced
binders and books in my satchel
I had too many spots
so I was fired from the circle
I will never go to school again
and will stay at home in my circle of pain
you were in or you were out