Schoolin'

Brother you look like the Taj Mahal - one colossal dome above you and the smell of something other,
a pillar and a scimitar
a little...

Yes I miss you like a formless hide - stretching over me and dangled from the coastguard in a chopper
the scaffold of me all awry
a little...

Broke your shoulder on the library steps - hanging round there in the dark just doing nothing or whatever
What do you mean you saw the stars?
You little...

I could write it in a murder font - I could say it in a way that would be lying or whatever
I don't want them to tell us apart!

You say that I'm an overlord? I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant,
in watery blasts, than all of my past!
You seen me on the bridge a lot. But I never leapt over, the pent upper
My number is up, my number is up
But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "praise the lord"
and "pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "you matter not, and you matter not"
And is it, the flogging of the Flintstone - that I'm supposed to be?
The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin' - the drummer goes on, the drama goes on

(Teach me how to hold)

And I don't wanna make a scene - I don't wanna think about the 3rd world hunger or whatever
Cos thinking always comes across
a little...

There's a meeting of the worlds tonight - right above my head a miracle the sun erupt forever
I barely ever raise my eyes
a little...
(Teach him how to hold!)

And oh I wanna make the peace - and god I gotta be on the train past the ruins the wall and the druids oh please

I'm whining like a braking bus - maybe I can sit here and do nothing clever with a laser
I'm not about to open up!

You say that I'm an overlord? I've got myself a fire hydrant, with more tyrant,
in watery blasts, than all of my past!
You seen me on the bridge a lot. But I never leapt over, the pent upper
My number is up, my number is up
But infinite and joyless little high fives are singing "praise the lord"
and "pitter patter this schooling? Is this schooling?" and "you matter not, and you matter not"
And is it, the flogging of the Flintstone - that I'm supposed to be?
The cerebellum get schoolin', and no schoolin' - the drummer goes on, the drama goes on

The drummer goes on, the drama goes on - my number is up, my number is up

Earth, I take a long time, to learn about the big one - Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn nil about
Earth.
Remember how men, would understand the heavens - but leaving those streetlights on - You can't see nothing there

So learn me anything good

Teach me something that works, I take a long time, to learn about the big one - Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about Earth.
Remember good men, would understand the heavens - and leaving those streetlights on - a ghost dark hemisphere Earth.
I take a long time, to learn about the big one - Gorilla limb swipe and beat, and I learn dick about
Earth.
Remember good man, you understand the heavens - but leaving those streetlights on?