19 from the same school... Said the Martyr to the mob: 
“It's not a feud to resolve on a poor man's mind” 
They were bred, inbred, inside the walls,
 No natural light there falls,
 Where they go...


Drawn back,
 A line of wisdom 
It takes two to make a fool, one to lie and one to listen 
Hold my vote from the bidders 
The vacant eyes of a vision 

We've had 19 from the same school, 
 19 from the same school



I'm tired of waiting, 
I've not got the patience



So I sold my vote to the highest bidder
 The blatant lies of a vision



We've had 19 from the same school, 
 19 from the same school