Goodbye Mrs.Rose
Now you'll never darken our halls
You were the face that shamed this place
And drew lines upon our art
You called out to our colleagues
And made them take all the blame
This is just year eleven
Too bad we can't forget your name

Though it seems to me
That through your eyes
Your hopes were high for us to win
Never failing in our subjects
Let our brains kick in
But our litter will always fall here
Among Warbo's playing field
Exams are coming, oh for sure
It's written in your will

Face it, miss, you've lost
Through open doors we'll run a mile
This tortue makes us unhappy
As we stand, await our trial
Even if we cry
Your ruthlessness we fear
You're strict and that makes us depressed
So much for joyful teenage years

Now it seems that we
Can live our lives
Running freely in the wind
Never caring about the subjects
That we kept failing in
But our litter will always fall here
Among Warbo's playing field
We've left, we've gone and locked the door
Your presence made us ill

Goodbye, Mrs.Rose
Always made us work too hard
It weren't this place that made us up
Though you like to think you tried
Goodbye, Mrs.Rose
Though you think we lost, we made our goal
Harnessed by pure depression
Only you could ever show

Oh, how easily
We'll live our lives
And we will never let you win
Trying to make us think you're upset
You're in vain, give in
Still our litter will always fall here
Among Warbo's playing fields
There is no pain left to endure
Except the legend that we tell

Oh, our litter will always fall here
Among Warbo's playing fields
For now, our time is long before
But stick to this, we will