"I'm in the mood for anything" the teacher said
A bamboo alarm for animals or a wiccan's head
Right and left and right you are
The week's awake, your cheek is scarred
You're tired and wired to the moon
But you will pull through
You will pull through

"I think school's incredible" the teacher wept
"Rules are for fool's everywhere
I'm in the mood for levelling them"
Left and right and he left with a book under his arm
Singing socialist songs like they meant to do him harm
You are tired and wired to the moon
But you will pull through
'Cause you've got to

Pull through