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When I was young and they packed me off to school <br />and they taught me how not to play the game, <br />I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, <br />or if they said that I was just a fool. <br />So I left there in the morning <br />with their God tucked underneath my arm -- <br />their half-assed smiles and the book of rules. <br />And I asked this God a question <br />and by way of firm reply, <br />He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. <br />So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): <br />before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers -- <br />I don't believe you: <br />you have the whole damn thing all wrong -- <br />He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. <br />Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school <br />and have all the bishops promenade these lines -- <br /><br />How'd you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son <br />when that was just an accident of birth. <br />I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song <br />`cos that's the honest measure of my worth. <br /><br />In your pomp and all your glory <br />you're a poorer man than me<br />as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.<br /><br />When I was young and they packed me off to school <br />and they taught me how not to play the game, <br />I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, <br />or if they said that I was just a fool. <br />So I left there in the morning <br />with their God tucked under my arm -- <br />their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.<br /><br />Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school <br />and have all the bishops promenade these lines --<br /><br />When I was young and they packed me off to school <br />and they taught me how not to play the game, <br />I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, <br />or if they said that I was just a fool. <br /><br />So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): <br />before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers -- <br /><br />Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school <br />and have all the bishops promenade these lines --<br /><br />I don't believe you: <br />you have the whole damn thing all wrong -- <br />He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.

Letra nueva de la canción

When I was young and they packed me off to school <br />and they taught me how not to play the game, <br />I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, <br />or if they said that I was just a fool. <br />So I left there in the morning <br />with their God tucked underneath my arm -- <br />their half-assed smiles and the book of rules. <br />And I asked this God a question <br />and by way of firm reply, <br />He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. <br />So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): <br />before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers -- <br />I don't believe you: <br />you have the whole damn thing all wrong -- <br />He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. <br />Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school <br />and have all the bishops promenade these lines -- <br /><br />How'd you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son <br />when that was just an accident of birth. <br />I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song <br />`cos that's the honest measure of my worth. <br /><br />In your pomp and all your glory <br />you're a poorer man than me<br />as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.<br /><br />When I was young and they packed me off to school <br />and they taught me how not to play the game, <br />I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, <br />or if they said that I was just a fool. <br />So I left there in the morning <br />with their God tucked under my arm -- <br />their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.<br /><br />Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school <br />and have all the bishops promenade these lines --<br /><br />When I was young and they packed me off to school <br />and they taught me how not to play the game, <br />I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, <br />or if they said that I was just a fool. <br /><br />So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): <br />before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers -- <br /><br />Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school <br />and have all the bishops promenade these lines --<br /><br />I don't believe you: <br />you have the whole damn thing all wrong -- <br />He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.