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