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 ya Pleased to meet ya, 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 ya Don't you let 'em defeat ya Don't let 'em mistreat ya 'Cause sooner or later They're going to cheat ya Pleased to meet ya, I'm the teacher Yeah.
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