School yard rumours

Let the past stay in the past and go I've seen wise men stoop and shudder From the cold breast they're thrown And the cardinal weeps as the devil sleeps On the curve above his earlobe And you don't go to church anymore And I know it's not fair Yeah I know it's not fair We searched high and we searched low But there were no witnesses there And the mothers flutter as the fathers stutter "And there is no smoke without fire" line And you don't go to school anymore And I know it's not fair Yeah I know it's not fair Arm your boy to the teeth And no one picks up the phone Jut till the fog of rumours thin And the witches hunt is an insatiable cunt Designed to drag men down whole And you don't go outside anymore And I know it's not fair Yeah I know it's not fair Oh I know it's not fair Oh I know it's not fair Arm your boy to the teeth Arm your boy to the teeth