Teachers

All my teachers, 
Much greater than preachers 
All my teachers, 
Much better than their features 

I grew up in a rock block 
Wearing leather gear and zipper clock 
We kissed the girls and ran away 
Oh what a shame 

We were living on beat street 
When I started moving my feet 
To Flash and Zapp I joined the gang 
The kids they sang 

All my teachers, 
Much greater than preachers 
All my teachers, 
Much better than their features 

I remember when the pop died 
Didn't like it on the country side 
All the precious time I waste 
We changed the taste 

Moving on to a french house 
In the suburb of a funky town 
We worked and danced the night away 
The dj played 

All my teachers, 
Much greater than preachers 
All my teachers, 
Much better than their features 
All my teachers, 
Much greater than preachers 
All my teachers, 
Much better than their features 

This situation, 
The state I'm in 
This education, 
Can never win 

From technology to art school 
I developped my pop soul 
With all my electronic friends 
That never ends 

All my teachers, 
Much greater than preachers 
All my teachers, 
Much better than their features 
All my teachers, 
Much greater than preachers 
All my teachers,
Much better than their features 
All my teachers, 
Much greater than preachers 
All my teachers, 
Much better than their features