"You! Yes, you! Stand still laddie!" 

When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers
Who would hurt the children any way they could

By pouring their derision
Upon anything we did
Exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden by the kids

But in the town it was well known
When they got home at night
Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them
Within inches of their lives

We don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teacher, leave them kids alone.

Hey, Teacher, leave those kids alone!

All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

We don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teachers, leave those kids alone.

Hey, Teacher, leave those kids alone!

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

(guitar solo)

"Wrong, do it again!"
"Wrong, do it again!"
"If you don't eat your meat, you can't have any pudding. 
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat your meat?"
"You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddie!"