Playground Martyrs

Lyrics

You run to the gate But you'll be marked late It's for your own good It's for your own good You're likely to make the grandest mistakes You suffer alone In the skin and the bone Let's sharpen those New sets of arrows For the next generation Of playground martyrs And join in the game Of intolerable shame 'Cos everyone shares In the sins of their father's School bell rings Single file in Trade you my unhappily everafters So bring out those things To hammer out the wings Of the next generation Of playground martyrs