brothers in white collers

they brake my jaw because i spoke,

that´s what this school did,

if you come from a poor background ,

they would get you no matter where you hid ,

they wher teacher´s christiean  brothers ,

in my eyes just bastards ,

beaten every day for what ,

and all the pain i enjuried  afterwords,

cains come out ,for nothing 

at random you would be picked ,

you where gived the cat of nine tales ,

o how you just want to get sick ,

if your father worked on a farm ,

or your mom scrubed floors ,

you where told you are all filth ,

and you come from a family of houres

go to hell you so called holy brothers ,

stick your school up your ars ,

i would rather be a stuped boy  ,

go hungery and starve,

no more will you beat me ,

to day i am a free man ,

i burned your school down to the ground 

you will never hit anyone again ,

the end   p.s ( just for the school from hell)

writen by 

paul o carroll