Follow the bouncing ball
We'll teach you how to sing
The children at the front
Don't suspect a thing
The ball falls down
The long flight of stairs
The people in the back push
And squash any cry of care
The people that taught the song
Have the buildaburger stare
They know what they do is wrong
They cremated your life for theirs
Bastards of the elite
Who wipe your lives
Under their filthy feet