The Elections Theory (ABITW)

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When we grew up and went to school There were certain teachers Who would hurt the children in any way they could By pouring their derision Upon anything we did Exposing every weakness However carefully hidden by the kids But in the town it was well known When they got home at night Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them Within inches of their lives We don’t need no education We don’t need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teacher, leave those kids alone Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone
All in all, it’s just another brick in the wall All in all, you’re just another brick in the wall I don’t need no arms around me And I don’t need no drugs to calm me I have seen the writing on the wall Don’t think I need anything at all No, don’t think I need anything at all All in all, it was all just bricks in the wall All in all, you were all just bricks in the wall

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