I can see you in the morning when you go to school. Don't forget your books, you know you've got to learn the golden rule. Teacher tells you stop your play and get on with your work and be like Johnnie - too - good, well don't you know he never shirks he's coming along... After School is over you're playing in the park. Don't be out too late, don't let it get too dark. They tell you not to hang around and learn what life's about. And grow up just like them - won't you let it work it out - and you're full of doubt. Don't do this and don't do that. What are they trying to do? - Make a good boy of you. Do they know where it's at? Don't criticise, they're old and wise. Do as they tell you to. Don't want the devil to. Come out and put your eyes. Maybe I'm mistaken expecting you to fight. Or maybe I'm just crazy, I don't know wrong from right. But while I am still living, I've just got this to say It's always up to you if you want to be that want to see that want to see hat way you're coming along...