CALLING THE SHOTS


Alarms are hanging off the walls, on this our glorious day
Violated Miss Needlework, cos she got in our way
And the headmaster is quaking with a compass at his balls
A scrotum full of clotted blood, invalidates the rules

 Calling the shots
 Calling the shots

And Mr Fitt the gym teacher is flexing off his jaw
The janitor is strapped to a desk inside his burning store
And down there in the tuck shop, Leghorn and Jesus Hate
Stick tequila in the pepsi, and cut sherbet with sulphate


 Calling the shots
 Calling the shots

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