Suffer the Little Children Morrissey

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[Verse 1]
School bell go ding, dong, ding
The children all line up
They do what they are told
Take a little drink from the liar's cup
Mama, she don't really care
If what they learn is true
Or if what they learn is lies
Just get them through the factories
Into production or get them into line

[Verse 2]
Late in the afternoon
The children all come home
They mind their manners well
Their little lives are all laid out
Mama, she don't seem to care
If she may break their hearts
She clips their wings off, they never learn to fly
Ah, poor Mama needs a source of pride
A doctor son she'll have
No matter what the cost
To manhood or to soul, oh

[Verse 3]
Sunshine down brightly shine
Down on all the land
Shine down on the newborn lamb
The butcher's knife is in his hand
Mama, she keeps them unprepared
To meet the enemy, so calming unto all
Teach them that evil dwells
Across the sea or lives in a mountain
Like they see on TV