A First Grade Teacher's Pulpification Lyrics

When i was a boy, you had a lot of fun
denigrating me, it seemed to be enjoyed
staying after class, so called detention
where you forced me, to bend over

laying on the table, nine years old
your piston's pumping in my throat
i could not help myself
you played it smart and pulled him out
you left no traces there was no doubt
but i still fell you into me

almost twenty years passed
and your still teaching in that class
you don't recognizeme
as i open the door and ...

slam and smash my club on your skull
loosing my self - control
drained and sprayed your blood on the wall
splattering the head, chem between your legs

laying on the table, nine years old
your piston's pumping in my throat
you played it smart and pulled him out
you left no traces there was no doubt

although you lay dead before me
butchered and half eaten body
yes ... i still feel you into ... me !!