Written by Ian and Mick, produced by Mick, for the movie "Teachers"

The question's arisen is this a prison
Some say it is, some say it isn't
Why do I try? nobody listens
I pass by like an intermission

If there's just one weed in this flowerless grave
If there's just one seed I can save
I'm gonna reach ya
Pleased to meet ya, I'm the teacher

Outlaws, cruisers, junkies, boozers
Take a back seat with the three-time losers
They're all having a ball, down at juvenile hall
By looking so small they must be victims of the system

I've been inside, where the lies are hide)
Are you satisfied, I never should have tried to beat you
I beseech you, sad little freaker
Pleased to meet you, I'm the teacher

They can snap your soul, blow it away
Like a fragile leaf on a windy day
Can you read? can you write? they couldn't care less
You can graduate on American Express, no personal checks

What do I do to get through to you?
Somebody sue the suit, don't let ‘em eat ya
Don't you let 'em defeat ya Don't let 'em mistreat ya
'Cause sooner or later
They're going to cheat ya
Pleased to meet ya, I'm the teacher
Yeah.