William, the Crowd, it's William Testo

Teacher's on the edge of a precipice,
Teacher is racing 2 monks to the edge of bliss,
Teacher always hated those phone calls from the parsonage,
They made him feel as if he was careening towards the edge of a Precipice,
Teacher: teach yourself to be away,
Teach yourself that if Donna wanted to have stayed,
She surely would have stayed
And I'll be the doom of your days
Just because I love Donna: doesn't mean that I ever thought I would be the doom of your days
I could have cared less but the way they wept, it smelt through the phone like the weaknesses of old cuckolds rusted to the edge of some precipice
for I am the doom of your days