William, the Crowd, it's William - Blackout Beach

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