If I brought a note to school
That said my days were numbered
They'd leave me

Numb and bleeding
Or strangle me with jump-leads
Momma, momma, momma,

In my world
The birds don't sing
The bells don't ring

The bicycle bells, the bicycle bells
Momma, momma, momma, Help me!
I wish I could blend

Into the background
I've no excuses for my lack of guts
Lack of guts

What is it about me
That draws attention?
Fourth form atrocities

Punchbag
Come and get it Socrates
Got to hit back

Get down on your knees
Ready for the polythene bag
I've never been a natural

At physical things
I've never been good at cross-country running
Since the first football hit me in the ear

Like a frozen cannonball
And the knees buckled
And stayed bent

And the laughs came
And the nerve went
And "Dirty Jew"

Was written on the blackboard
Fourth form atrocities
Punchbag

Come and get it Socrates
Got to hit back
Get down on your knees

Ready for the polythene
Ready for the polythene
Ready for the polythene

Bag treatment
Running through the corridors
Far too many obstacles

Bursting, bursting
Bursting for the crap I know
They'll never let me have

Fourth form punchbag
Oh God I wish that I was
Thicker than I am

And thinner than I am
Oh God I wish that I had
Normal ears

And clearer skin
I'm praying for the day
When handsome's out

And ugly's in
Fourth form punchbag
Fourth form punchbag

To Jesus I pray
For strength to survive
Your Christian soldiers

Smell blood
I torture myself in private
To prepare me for the pain

I talk to myself in public
On the buses and the train
My father just ignores it

`Cos it goes against the grain
Momma, momma, momma, Help me!
Fourth form punchbag

Fourth form punchbag
Booming round the corridors
Like guadiamus igitur

Fourth form punchbag
Fourth form punchbag
Can
I
Please

Get
Up
Now
No
When?