text: Schoolboy, schoolboy, did you hear what I said?
  How am I supposed to make you see the light?
  Its hard enough to sleepwalk through the day
  Without some creepy little boy like you
  Bombarding my lonely shell
  Glimpses of half-open doors
  Gleams in the night that I might well have followed myself
  Teacher, teacher, you might as well be dead
  All those years you tried to suck my brain away
  It was hard enough to drag myself from bed
  Without some crazy lunatic like you
  Bombarding my still softshell
  Sticks and stones that you found lying around
  In the pile of unspeakable feelings, you found
  When you turn back the stone
  Turned over the stone
  Of your own disappointment
  Back home