Sittin' in the classroom, thumbin' through the pages of a white-washed history of well-fed caucasians
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Growin' up, wonderin' what's going on.
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It makes you want to scream and shout, but they tell ya it's nothing to worry about,
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'cause the world always ends at your front lawn.
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They build your life in an endless maze of ancient myths and worn cliches,
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Saying keep to yourself and quietly go along. Clean your plate, do as you're told,
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worship all that's bought and sold, til everything you know is wrong.
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Breakfast with the conservative columnist who dreams his pen is John Wayne's fist
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He hammers the world into his narrow view
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Laugh at those who don't belong, quoting patriotic sing-alongs
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And wonders what this world is coming to
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They place your life on a moral grid, God's own scorecard which they keep hid
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Then pull out to condemn whenever needed.
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Forced to judge life, and what it brings, by trivial materialistic things
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Since the can't see the show from where they're seated..
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MORE WORDS MISSING??????????
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Everything You Know Is Wrong
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| Nine Pound Hammer |
