The Adult In The Room - 01/29/23 02:43 PM
Updated lyric..minor...and song video
The Adult In The Room
© 2023 John Voorpostel
I bounced into your classroom a bright eyed ten-year-old
Clutched on to my favourite book I loved every word
Sir Walter’s Scott’s Ivanhoe wasn’t in English
You scowled at me and scorned me for reading that language
Said you live here now, that book’s got to go
And only speak what I speak it’s the only way I know
So there it is laid it out, it wasn’t me it was you
You couldn’t wear that mantle of the adult in the room
You didn’t get my respect
It didn’t get you anywhere at all
Weeks and months went on, things just got worse
The only thing you taught me was power corrupts
With that sinister smile, evil gleam in your eye
You wielded out your justice like you had the right
To take a ten-year-old, beat him like a carpet
Then expect he should stay within your confined orbit
So there it is laid it out, it wasn’t me it was you
You couldn’t wear that mantle of the adult in the room
You didn’t get my respect
It didn’t get you anywhere at all
The following September you were still in the room
Switched to thicker meter sticks, you grinned it’s stronger wood
Can you tell me now did that make you feel tough?
Do you think you beat eleven-year old’s enough?
Or did it just wet your beak, was it only a taste?
And how much of it was driven by some inner rage?
Then you followed me to high school, stood in my way,
Called me out for it when it was you who blocked that lane
And now when anyone asks, did I scratch more than your surface
I tell them I got deep enough to make this my catharsis
So there it is laid it out, it wasn’t me it was you
You couldn’t wear that mantle of the adult in the room
You didn’t get my respect
It didn’t get you anywhere at all
You could have been sensational; you could have been tops
But you fell into your vices, you messed it all up
You checked out left no doubt you deserve nothing at all
So there it is laid it out, It wasn’t me it was you
You couldn’t wear that mantle of the adult in the room
You didn’t get my respect
It didn’t get you anywhere at all
The Adult In The Room
© 2023 John Voorpostel
I bounced into your classroom a bright eyed ten-year-old
Clutched on to my favourite book I loved every word
Sir Walter’s Scott’s Ivanhoe wasn’t in English
You scowled at me and scorned me for reading that language
Said you live here now, that book’s got to go
And only speak what I speak it’s the only way I know
So there it is laid it out, it wasn’t me it was you
You couldn’t wear that mantle of the adult in the room
You didn’t get my respect
It didn’t get you anywhere at all
Weeks and months went on, things just got worse
The only thing you taught me was power corrupts
With that sinister smile, evil gleam in your eye
You wielded out your justice like you had the right
To take a ten-year-old, beat him like a carpet
Then expect he should stay within your confined orbit
So there it is laid it out, it wasn’t me it was you
You couldn’t wear that mantle of the adult in the room
You didn’t get my respect
It didn’t get you anywhere at all
The following September you were still in the room
Switched to thicker meter sticks, you grinned it’s stronger wood
Can you tell me now did that make you feel tough?
Do you think you beat eleven-year old’s enough?
Or did it just wet your beak, was it only a taste?
And how much of it was driven by some inner rage?
Then you followed me to high school, stood in my way,
Called me out for it when it was you who blocked that lane
And now when anyone asks, did I scratch more than your surface
I tell them I got deep enough to make this my catharsis
So there it is laid it out, it wasn’t me it was you
You couldn’t wear that mantle of the adult in the room
You didn’t get my respect
It didn’t get you anywhere at all
You could have been sensational; you could have been tops
But you fell into your vices, you messed it all up
You checked out left no doubt you deserve nothing at all
So there it is laid it out, It wasn’t me it was you
You couldn’t wear that mantle of the adult in the room
You didn’t get my respect
It didn’t get you anywhere at all