A Generation that wont come back, "School Years "the Convent .

{Property Of TENBREATHSUN ©} A GENERATION THAT WON'T COME BACK (PART 2) {Lyric Sheet.} {Solo — warm baritone male vocal, deep chest voice, spoken storytelling verses with sung hook {No Vocals}or { Instrumental} [Style Tags] warm baritone male vocal, deep chest voice, spoken word storytelling, nostalgic folk-country, sung hook, acoustic guitar, gentle build, reflective, Acadian storyteller tone [Intro]{Instrumental } (soft acoustic guitar, gentle build, spoken intro tone) [Spoken Verse 1] Standing at our desks, facing the flag, O Canada, then the Lord's Prayer — nobody dared lag. Took more than a foot of snow to call off school, Plows cleared the roads, sidewalks stayed cruel. We figured the principal had himself a four by four, If he made it in, well that closed the door. Didn't matter if a bus splashed you on the way, The nuns ran things their way, and that's the way it'd stay. [Spoken Verse 2] We were scared stiff of that office, that strap, Double-folded leather — you felt it, and that. Punished once at school, punished twice at home, Nobody complained, you just took it, alone. [Sung Hook] {Instrumental } (same melody and hook line as Part 1 — "A Generation That Won't Come Back") [Spoken Verse 3] Last year there, someone lit a fire that night,in the Principle office all the filing cabinets were set ablazed whoever it was had a bone to pick with the principle. Sirens and horns, the zone number, red lights. Thought "school's burning down, that's a day off for me," Next day free — then we washed our own desks. Some justice, some decree. [Spoken Verse 4] My aunt was a nun, so I watched every move, Mother Superior stopping by, had something to prove. Called her a snitch, got a dirthy look , but we loved her all the same, A generation that won't come back, that won't come again. (same melody and hook line as Part 1, closing repeat) [End] { Property Of TENBREATHSUN © }