This song was prompted by a story my daughter posted on social media this morning about a professor she had had while a drama student. The professor is being called out for a series of inappropriate actions with students including sexual and psychological abuse. The teacher is still at the school, but I suspect this latest onslaught of publicity will be his downfall.

As a teacher myself, I am appalled at stories like these that crop up whether it is scout leaders, priests, teachers, coaches, choir directors, relatives, etc. Such power and trust must not be broken, but it is. Over and over again.

How the mighty they fall
they’re not mighty at all
all the good they’ve ever done 
has now become undone
he’s in the toilet
Salome’s been unveiled
his actions left a trail
they’re going to spoil it

At the base of the tree
people learned at his knee
they hung on every word of his
cause he knew the truth
he was always certain 
no one look behind the curtain
and see the proof

gospel was his word
then the lines got blurred
he stepped over the line
but was safe cause 
he was a prophet
but what profits a man to gain the world
if he loses his soul

he directed the show
told you where to go
like Svengali
he pulled the strings
he roped em in, he wrangled
but then the strings got tangled
the wicked web he weaved 
was built to deceive

oh…you’re busted
oh….you can’t be trusted
that teacher,he used treachery
to send innocents into therapy

like an actor, sublime
he knew all of his lines
he used them on the people he used
all of the time
everything was scripted
measured and predicted
it’s a crime…
so do the time.