I remember when we were all at school.
And we used to throw Gluesticks at the ceilings.
Cause we wanted to and what was she going to do Miss F there’s 30 of and one of you
But then the glues fell down
Fraser’s tears had to dry
I don’t think it was malicious no,
We were just a bit messed up inside
One of us was called Dilly,
Dilly loved Gluesticks dreamed of them day in day out
Dilly was at a party with a girl
Drunken out of her mind
Dilly felt silly so he flicked the lights off
Cause he wanted to
Screaming there’s one of me and none of you
Some things just stick
Some tears never dry
Some wounds never close.
Those of us who knew Dilly were all shocked,
Cause he we don’t think he was malicious no.
He was just a bit messed up inside.
See Dillies aren’t evil,
They’re the result of a failed system.
Guiding discipline on the wrong way,
Schools have discipline.
Some let students walk through the halls
Saying the most misogynistic things
And the teacher would walk over
Telling us to tuck our shirts in.
You see discipline should work not produce bad people.
By the time it was time for Sixth Form,
Majority had sexually assaulted.
You see Dillies aren’t evil,
Just the result of a failed system
People need to be disciplined
Walk those hall flying for all I care,
But when your sat in a pub
Or in a PlayStation Party.
You and your mates think misogyny is a joke
Statically one of your mates ain’t joining
