When We Were Boys at School

All he ever wanted to do was harm

All he ever wanted to be was cruel

At 12 years old Fate marked his brow

And he said, I have a mission now

But we laughed at his clothes

And the blackheads round his nose

When We Were Boys At School

Teachers spoke of Hannibal and Hector

Nimrod and Nietzsche were his fuel

Swastikas and pentagrams

Flourished from his tender hands

But we watched in the rain

As the bully beat him up again

When We Were Boys At School

And he said, my camouflage will hide me

I?ll be grey as the world is grey

A thousand government corridors

Behind which of a thousand doors

Will I delegate and rule

O little boys at school

All he ever wanted to do was harm

All he ever wanted to be was cruel

And sometimes when the night is still

I can feel the gathering of his will

I can feel him flex the strings of power

And grope to his appointed hour

But we laughed at the dirt

And the frayed cuffs on his shirt

When We Were Boys At School