He was just a lad of fifteen years   Who barely fit his breeches   A latter day Dick Whittington   Who dreamt of fame and riches   His teachers took him to one side   And promised him the earth   When all he really wanted   Was a taste of wine and mirth.      They said "Attend our university   Accept responsibility   Chant our mantra of morality   Until your throat is sore."   A feast of knowledge this contrite   Could not supress his appetite   "Please sir I want some more and more..."      Christianity was apparent as a fallacy   The Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost.   The ones who have the answers   Are they who pipe the dancers   Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.      I'll give the whole nation   A sound education   Welcome to the school of hard knocks   Where the ones who know the answers   Are they that take their chances      For a small fish cast into an ocean   Full of unknown terrors   There's nothing much to smile at   In his comedy of errors.   Where streets aren't really paved with gold   And rags don't turn to riches   In this catalogue of disasters   The models were all bitches.      A Christ on every corner   For a coin he'll save your soul   But it's hard to be enlightened   While you're queueing for your dole.   When I think of all those shallow lies   They fed me in the past   There's one thing I must admit they've taught me...   That is how to laugh   At Christianity (it's nothing but a fallacy)   The Devil take your Father, Son and Holy Ghost   The ones who have the answers   Are they who pipe the dancers   Earth Mother, the Sun and the Furious Host.      This one's for the teachers   Who want to be preachers   Will God keep you warm   When you're cold?   You'd put those wracked by malnutrition   Straight onto your diet of superstition.