oh since my teacher died
i am a student now
of whom i cannot tell
of what i cannot tell
i read his books for years
i've gone all through them how
i wanted one last fix
but he's not writing now
my teacher died
i was sorry
but i wasn't sorry
the night we said goodbye
i felt a [bad word] school
my skin was sensitized
to air [bad word] in cool
my teacher's eyes were gentle
as any man's have been
there are no superstars
there is no superman
there's only everyone
i learn from whom i can
my teacher died
i was sorry
but i wasn't sorry
my teacher died
and i'm a student now
of whom i cannot tell
of what i cannot tell