Mine eyes have seen the glory of the closing of the school,
We have tortured every teacher.
We have broken every rule.
We are marching down the corridors to get the principal
Our troops go marching on.
You forgot the rest:
“Glory, glory, Hallaleu_a
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I shot her in the back
From a U.S. Army tank
And there ain’t no teacher anymore.”
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