They've sent us bloody soldiers
To guard us in the hallways
They've told us 'they'll be watching you'
'They're always watching - always'
They've told us not to talk to them
'Cos they don't want to speak
But I'm a bloody kid and they've been here a bloody week!
ooo
It started out on Monday
When the sky was grey and raining
And everyone was miserable
And people kept complaining
The teachers - one or two of them -
Had phoned in feeling 'ill'
And then, of course, they found the letter on the windowsill
ooo
They've sent us bloody soldiers
Just to watch us in the classes
They're carrying sig-sauers
And they're wearing darkened glasses
They've told us not to talk to them
'Cos they don't want to speak
But I'm a bloody kid and they've been here a bloody week!
ooo
The message on the Monday
Was a rumour by the Tuesday
And next day, on the Wednesday,
Was the 'Teachers Break the News' day
So the head called for assembly
In our assembly hall...
To tell us that some 'scorpia'
Would like to bomb the school!
ooo
They've sent us bloody soldiers
To make sure we're not exploded
And they've told us that they're 'friendly'
But that all their guns are loaded
And that if we want to laugh at them
Then we should bloody try
'Cos if we're bratty bastards
Then they don't care when we die
ooo
On Thursday, came the soldiers
Eighty one or two or so
And the head one came to talk to us
About what we should know
He told us 'just ignore them'
That they'd 'pay no mind to us'
And he banged the desk and swore
So we knew not to make a fuss
ooo
But man! They've sent us SOLDIERS!
And they're always there, patrolling
Just last week some kid took pictures
Now he's blacklisted for 'trolling'
And I don't know what they want from us
'Cos they don't want to speak,
But I'm a bloody kid and they've been here a bloody week!
ooo
Some kid called Alex Rider
I heard spoke to them on Friday
He addressed them by their code-names
And said 'see you guys tonight, eh?'
And supposedly they buy stuff
From the same supply as him
But then, he's Alex Rider,
And apparently he's dim.
ooo
For all of us at Brookland
It's just going on as normal
And the kids still write graffiti
And the teachers are informal
But it's weird to be at Brookland
'Cos there's something we don't say...
And there's tons and tons of soldiers and they WON'T JUST GO AWAY!
ooo
A/N: I like trying to redo clichés and make them new and interesting. I don't know if this cuts it for 'new' and 'interesting', but, oh well...
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