Blackboard - Mission Of Burma

Downstairs there’s a blackboard

Scribbled on and filled in with white lies and cruel tricks

I admit it

And guilt kicks in like a sharp pin

Guilt kicks in like a sharp pin

Now payment’s worshipped, payola in the sun

People who kill for food or fun

I don’t know my right from wrong

But could I wipe the sin away

Away away

But when her finger points at me

I fall to my iron knees

I’ll swear on the book

Take the vow

I’ll be pure just like I was

(As if you could)

I will wash away the sin

I will get my second chance

I will wipe the slate clean

With an eraser

(As if you could)

I will wash away the sin

I will get my second chance

I will wipe the slate clean

With an eraser

And now I’m in a courtroom

Filled with kangaroos

And plants with teeth

They’re hungry

Twelve of them in a box

They say

You have done this awful deed, now you have to pay

And the judge is twenty stories high

He rolls his bulgy eyes

Then he gives me a halo

I try it on for size

And yet I still worry

I didn’t get the moral of the story