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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