.. and I thought they were smoking, on drugs or just joking when they  were speaking to me

but the blue clouds lingered there,
I had to tear myself away from the balance wheel to feel anything

the tune of time whistled by me
I started singing along
out through the wind tunnel and into the storm.

Form 4 C
back in the classroom and there's a set square on the table
teacher's not able to control me
and I am the truant again

and I thought it normal
the
Informal education

It was prostitution on a grand scale
we were for sale to the future and backed up against the past

But fast and foolhardy I hardly had chance to win at the pool hall before school came to catch me

The balance wheel pivots on the tip of a pin
if I turn and spin or smoke a joint I can almost see the point of it

Just joking
I can't see
nothing but
The
Bogeymen.