Pink Floyd - Another brick in the wall - Part 2 -

You! You! Yes, you! Stand still, laddie! When we grew up and went to school, There were certain teachers Who would hurt the children in any way they could. By pouring their derision Upon anything we did, Exposing every weakness, however carefully hidden by the kids... What have we here, laddie? Mysterious scribblings? A secret code!? Oh... poems, no less! Poems, everybody! The laddie reckons himself a poet! "Money gets back, I'm all right, Jack, Keep your hands off my stack." "New car, caviar, four-star daydream, Think I'll buy me a football team." Absolute rubbish, laddie! Get on with your work. Repeat after me: "An acre is the area of a rectangle Whose length is one furlong And whose width is one chain." But in town it was well known when they got home at night, Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them Within inches of their lives! We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey! Teacher! Leave them kids alone! All in all, it's just another brick in the wall Wrong, do it again! All in all, you're just another brick in the wall We don't need no education If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding! We don't need no thought control How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat!? No dark sarcasm in the classroom You, yes you laddie! Poems, everybody! The laddie reckons himself a poet! Teachers, leave them kids alone Hey, teacher! Leave us kids alone! All in all, you're just another brick in the wall All in all, you're just another brick in the wall We don't need no education No dark sarcasm in the classroom Again! "An acre is the area of a rectangle...