Mine eyes have seen the glory of the burning of the school
We have tortured every teacher, we have broken every rule
Now we’re marching down to hang the principal
Our truth goes marching on
Glory, glory, hallelujah
Teacher hit me with a ruler
I hid behind the door with a loaded 44
And the teacher don’t teach no more.
-Trent Eades, These were learned while I was in grade school in Great Falls, Montana:
Circa fourth or fifth grade, 1973 or 1974
Comment By: Void
August 26th, 2011 at 10:47 pm
I don’t remember if the first verse was exactly the same or not, but in the early 80s in Northern Virginia the ending we all knew was
“Met her in the attic with a semi-automatic
She ain’t my teacher no more.”