The question's arisen, is this a prison? Some say it is, some say it isn't.
Why do I try? Nobody listens I pass by like an intermission.
If there's just one weed in this flowerless grave If there's just one seed I can save, I'm going to reach you Pleased to meet you, I'm the teacher.
Outlaws, cruisers, junkies, boozers Take a back seat with the three time losers.
They're all having a ball, down at juvenile hall By looking so small they must be victims of the system.
I've been inside where the lies are hide Are you satisfied? I never should have tried to beat you I beseech you, sad little freaker Pleased to meet you, I'm the teacher.
They can snap your soul, blow it away Like a fragile leaf on a windy day.
(Can you read? Can you write?) They couldn't care less You can graduate on American Express, no personal checks.
What do I do to get through to you? Somebody sue the suit, don't let em eat you Don't you let 'em defeat you, don't let 'em mistreat you 'Cause sooner or later they're going to cheat you Pleased to meet you, I'm the teacher, yeah.
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