[Verse 1] They stamped the blazer clean Pinned your name to gold Polished up the hallway Made the young ones fold You learned the clasped hands You learned the proper tone But when the door shut What did they call home? [Pre-Chorus] Was it Latin on the lip? Was it orders in the rain? Was it how to hide the bruises And smile through the pain? [Chorus] The Old Etonian number 4500 What are you taught there? What are you taught there? To bow, to boast, to keep it all quiet The Old Etonian number 4500 What are you taught there? What are you taught there? How to look the part And never break rank [Verse 2] The cricket field was perfect The chapel full of white Names on every doorway Futures out of sight You learned to speak in circles To call the crush “the game” But every old boy whisper Sounds a lot like blame [Pre-Chorus] Was it grace or was it grit? Was it manners made of stone? Was it how to leave a trace And still look carved from bone? [Chorus] The Old Etonian number 4500 What are you taught there? What are you taught there? To bow, to boast, to keep it all quiet The Old Etonian number 4500 What are you taught there? What are you taught there? How to look the part And never break rank [Bridge] Tell me what they kept Behind those velvet doors The lessons in the corners The lessons in the wars If you came out shining Why do you still look scared? If you were taught the answer Why’s nobody prepared? [Final Chorus] The Old Etonian number 4500 What are you taught there? What are you taught there? To bow, to boast, to keep it all quiet The Old Etonian number 4500 What are you taught there? What are you taught there? How to look the part And never break rank The Old Etonian number 4500 What are you taught there? What are you taught there? What are you taught there? What are you taught there?
