terça-feira, 9 de março de 2010

LORD ANTHONY


Anthony, bullied at school

Get your own back now you are cool

Or are you scared bunking off though you're a toff?

It's all gone wrong again, you've got Double Maths.


But the teacher's got no control

The boys all run riot

"You will stay quiet or you will die."


Tony, at the back of the gym

Smoke another one, your chances are slim,

'Cause here they come again

And they got you on the ground.

Tasting blood again;

At least it's your own.


When will you realize it doesn't pay

To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys?

"So shut your mouth, start kicking the football."

Bang on the teeth. You are off for a week, boy.


You may as well take it in the guts, it can't get worse.

Just take it in the guts, it can't get worse than this.


'Cause you'll soon be old enough to leave them

Without a notion of a care

You'll leave two fingers in the air

To linger there.


Tony, you're a bit of a mess;

Melted Toblerone under your dress.

If the kids could see you they would pass you right by.

Blue mascara running over your eye.


When will you realize it doesn't pay

To be smarter than teachers, smarter than most boys?

"Shut your mouth, start kicking the football"

Bang on the teeth. You were off for a week, boy.


(Anthony. it could be worse)

(Anthony, it could be worse)


They call you Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse.

Lord Anthony but hey, it could be worse.

Lord Anthony but hey, it kind of suits you anyway...


You'll soon be old enough to leave them

Without a notion of a care

You'll leave two fingers in the air

To linger there.


BELLE AND SEBASTIAN*LORD ANTHONY