If I brought a note to school

That said my days were numbered

They'd leave me

Numb and bleeding

Or strangle me with jump-leads



Momma, momma, momma,

In my world

The birds don't sing

The bells don't ring

The bicycle bells, the bicycle bells

Momma, momma, momma, Help me!



I wish I could blend

Into the background

I've no excuses for my lack of guts

Lack of guts

What is it about me

That draws attention?



Fourth form atrocities

Punchbag

Come and get it Socrates

Got to hit back

Get down on your knees

Ready for the polythene bag



I've never been a natural

At physical things

I've never been good at cross-country running

Since the first football hit me in the ear

Like a frozen cannonball

And the knees buckled

And stayed bent

And the laughs came

And the nerve went

And "Dirty Jew"

Was written on the blackboard



Fourth form atrocities

Punchbag

Come and get it Socrates

Got to hit back

Get down on your knees

Ready for the polythene

Ready for the polythene

Ready for the polythene

Bag treatment



Running through the corridors

Far too many obstacles

Bursting, bursting

Bursting for the crap I know

They'll never let me have

Fourth form punchbag

Oh God I wish that I was

Thicker than I am

And thinner than I am

Oh God I wish that I had

Normal ears

And clearer skin

I'm praying for the day

When handsome's out

And ugly's in



Fourth form punchbag

Fourth form punchbag



To Jesus I pray

For strength to survive

Your Christian soldiers

Smell blood

I torture myself in private

To prepare me for the pain

I talk to myself in public

On the buses and the train

My father just ignores it

'Cos it goes against the grain

Momma, momma, momma, Help me!



Fourth form punchbag

Fourth form punchbag



Booming round the corridors

Like guadiamus igitur

Fourth form punchbag

Fourth form punchbag



Can

I

Please

Get

Up

Now

No

When