He can’t make sense of this
He’s just too normal
This place is too scary
He’s so scared that he’ll miss
And it keeps him in hiding
And restless and wanting
What if for one minute
He’s given a chance
And he does something brilliant
But he’d rather not know
His walls protect him
His bedroom’s a prison
Now is your chance boy
Just ignore the dreadful things they say
“Go on, give up, you’ll never win.”
No crying now, they’re watching him
His blood will boil
The kids will sing
“Learn to drown before you learn to swim.”
If he took his time to prepare
Stepped out of his shell
Alone is an addition
Such [bad word] place [bad word] mistake
dry wishing well
Now is your chance boy
Just ignore the dreadful things they say
“Go on, give up, you’ll never win.”
No crying now, they’re watching him
His blood will boil
The kids will sing
“Learn to drown before you learn to swim.”
“So go on, give up, you’ll never win.”
Oh what a mistake
His [bad word] within
He can never do right by them
Just stands on the stage with a grip
But he drops on his knees
And he’s waiting for anything he can believe
And he’s lost
And just wants to be ordinary 
Now is your chance boy
Just ignore the dreadful things they say
“Go on, give up, you’ll never win.”
No crying now, they’re watching him
His blood will boil
The kids will sing
“Learn to drown before you learn to swim.”