On others, you bestow your grace, on us, your children, a cruel embrace,
Oh father, cease this act of disgrace,
On others, you bestow your grace, on us, your children, a cruel embrace,
Oh father, cease this act of disgrace,
Cease this disgrace,
Ding Dong Ding Dong, oh father,
Ding Dong Ding Dong.
For health, you say, this discipline's decree,
For health, you say, but you poison our glee,
Have a little mercy, we plead,
We are tender saplings, a delicate seed,
Have a little mercy, we plead,
We are tender saplings, a delicate seed,
Such rigid rule,
Oh, such rigid rule,
Makes suicide feel so cool,
For health, you say, this discipline's decree,
But you poison our glee,
Ding Dong Ding Dong, oh father.
You promised picnics, adventures untold,
But the torture we feel is chilling and cold,
Oh, the torture we feel is chilling and cold,
You chide us for childhood,
For being young and bold,
Oh, the torture we feel is chilling and cold,
You chide us for childhood,
For being young and bold,
Sweets, spices, toys, and playful delight,
Farewell, you declared, vanished from sight,
Since the day you took fright,
In the age of youthful dance,
Of laughter and light,
You measure our lives,
By the tick of the night.
Our fate's carriage,
Its wheels worn and frayed,
Our fate's carriage,
Its wheels worn and frayed,
And our father,
Oh, our father,
He drives the parade,
For health, you say, this discipline's decree,
But you poison our glee,
You forbade us spicy, forbidden, we had to agree,
The torture we feel is as vast as the sea,
Oh, the torture we feel is as vast as the sea,
You tell us to build the perfect physique,
But the torture we feel is as vast as the sea,
Oh, the torture we feel is as vast as the sea.
Childhood's essence, it has fled,
The garden of youth, all its petals shed,
They say, "What's this world, this way it is led?"
As we sleep and we wake,
Tears stream from our head,
Yet you remain unmoved,
Our hearts filled with dread,
In your eyes, are we so,
Are we so misbred?
Than you, we'd take the villains,
From the old Hindi films instead,
For health, you say, this discipline's decree,
But you poison our glee.
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