It started back in school They used to push you out of line And make you feel just like you had No DNA or spine You thought it would get better Now it happens all the time And the Esperanto Queens Have erased you from their dreams You're murdered by their memory Their laughter drowns your screams And you're all boiled up And you're running out of steam Cos you're it! And they all run away in the playground everyday Cos you're it! Everyone got sick of you or sick enough to say You're It! From Monday morn to Friday Just keep looking straight ahead Through the styles and stipulations To the days you stay in bed Either we're all out to get you Or we're living in your head And the mumbo jumbo mummies Got their voodoo in the can Their clothes are numbered one by one You'll never understand That one size fits everything And that's what's called a plan And you don't know what you did So you don't what to do But when you ask them what it is They say: "It's you!" Some day when justice reigns on down Is it you who will be blessed? Or does a desperate defeatist Just get crushed like the rest? You say they failed you out of fear But you never sat the test If you want the last word Must have spoken once before You're not even a character If you just walked in the door After crawling up and down the walls You're curled up on the floor