Morrissey Suffer The Little Children Lyrics

School bell go “Ding! Dong! Ding!”

The children all line up

They do what they are told

Take a little drink from the liar’s cup

Mama don’t really care

If what they learn is true

Or if it’s only lies

Just get them through the factories

Into production

Ah, get them into line

Late in the afternoon

The children all come home

They mind their manners well

Their little lives are all laid out

Mama don’t seem to care

If she may break their hearts

She clips their wings off, they never learn to fly

Poor Mama needs a source of pride

A doctor son she’ll have

No matter what the cost to manhood or to soul

Sun shine down, brightly shine

Down on all the land

Shine down on the newborn lambs

A butcher’s knife is in his hand

Mama, she keeps them unprepared

To meet the enemy

That’s comin’ unto us

Teach them that evil dwells across the sea

Lives in a mountain

Like they see on TV

Down in the heart of town

The Devil dresses up

He keeps his nails clean

Did you think he’d be a boogeyman?

Oh, Mama’s stuck with sagging dreams

She’ll sell a son or two into some slavery

That’s lucrative and fine

Just teach them not to criticize

Say “Yes” to bosses, impress the clients

Ah teachers of the world teach them to fake it well

School bell go “Ding! Dong! Ding!”

The children all line up

They do what they are told

Take a little drink from the liar’s cup