He was just a lad of fifteen years

Who barely fit his breeches

A latter day Dick Whittington

Who dreamt of fame and riches

His teachers took him to one side

And promised him the earth

When all he really wanted

Was a taste of wine and mirth.



They said "Attend our university

Accept responsibility

Chant our mantra of morality

Until your throat is sore."

A feast of knowledge this contrite

Could not supress his appetite

"Please sir I want some more and more..."



Christianity was apparent as a fallacy

The Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost.

The ones who have the answers

Are they who pipe the dancers

Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.



I'll give the whole nation

A sound education

Welcome to the school of hard knocks

Where the ones who know the answers

Are they that take their chances



For a small fish cast into an ocean

Full of unknown terrors

There's nothing much to smile at

In his comedy of errors.

Where streets aren't really paved with gold

And rags don't turn to riches

In this catalogue of disasters

The models were all bitches.



A Christ on every corner

For a coin he'll save your soul

But it's hard to be enlightened

While you're queueing for your dole.

When I think of all those shallow lies

They fed me in the past

There's one thing I must admit they've taught me...

That is how to laugh

At Christianity (it's nothing but a fallacy)

The Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost

The ones who have the answers

Are they who pipe the dancers

Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.



This one's for the teachers

Who want to be preachers

Will God keep you warm

When you're cold?

You'd put those wracked by malnutrition

Straight onto your diet of superstition