Playground Martyrs

You run to the gate

But you'll be marked late

It's for your own good

It's for your own good

You're likely to make the grandest mistakes

You suffer alone

In the skin and the bone

Let's sharpen those

New sets of arrows

For the next generation

Of playground martyrs

And join in the game

Of intolerable shame

'Cos everyone shares

In the sins of their father's

School bell rings

Single file in

Trade you my unhappily everafters

So bring out those things

To hammer out the wings

Of the next generation

Of playground martyrs