In western Wales, born and raised
In the classrooms where I spend most of my days
Chillin out, relaxin, smoking the grass, occasionally we do Pythagoras
Till a couple of boys who seemed really cool
They made up songs and said I was a fool

I got in one little fight with a boy called De Freitas
And that's what turned me into a serial r**ist

I pulled up to a school about seven or eight
And I shouted to the head hey yo don't be late
Looked at my classroom it really did smell
Little did I know it was goin to be twenty years of hell?