Μένοντας στο πλαίσιο της παρωδίας έναρξης της σχολικής χρονιάς, ακούμε ένα τραγούδι από το κλασικό EP – δισκογραφικό ντεμπούτο των Mission Of Burma – 1981.

Keeping up with the context of the first day at school parody, here’s a song from the classic EP – debut album of Mission Of Burma – 1981.

Walk into my room
Ask me jerky questions
Don’t mean what you say
Immaculate Protection
Play by the rules
So close to the chest
Hope that all’s not lost
And his is not a waste
Stay just as far from me as me from you
Make sure that you are sure of everything I do
‘Cause I’m not, not, not, not, not, not, not, not
Your academy
The halls smell like piss
The rooms are underlit
Still it must be nice
You’re such a perfect fit
What’s that I hear
The sound of marching feet
It has a strange allure
Has a strange allure
Stay just as far from me as me from you
Make sure that you are sure of everything I do
‘Cause I’m not, not, not, not, not, not, not, not
Your academy
Your academy
Maybe you’re right
I shouldn’t judge
What’s wrong or right
This is too much
I’m not judging you
I’m judging me
My academy
Your academy