Professor

歌詞

Hanging around his life's only chapter Delighted by the idea to chase after Your mistake, your disgrace. Smelling the naïve sheets of your notebook Checking out your comb, your breath and Your looks Makes you crawl, in the hall He ain't a teacher, he ain't a master Powdering your words he plays the expert One way lens, sour pen. Staring at every stroke of your shy brush Grinning he drives our notes in a small husk Screams and shouts, sets your trial Dear Professor what's the use in markin' If what we do wrong is not important? Blue and red lashings can't hurt our bodies We're still on the run we're still on the run We all make mistakes trying to do things But what we do rights is more important Dear Professor this is worth the effort What's wrong with your mind what's wrong with your mind Ain't no teacher, he'll never master Scratches his « know-all-nose », fake expert Tiresome eye, black bow tie, He thinks he has a desk full of credits In every art display hangs his habit Talkin' bad, about what you lack Good morning Sir.., Here's most important test for you to check It was your own life that you've misgraded Judging your own test the way you judged ours Missin' now each point that you could count on Zero's what you've got it was your last shot You will fade away you will fade away.