I'm sittin' in the classroom
Thumbin' through the pages
Of a white-washed history of well-fed caucasians
Sitting up, wonderin' what's going on
It makes you want to scream and shout
But they tell ya it's nothing to worry about
'Cause the world always ends at your front lawn
They build your life in an endless maze
Of ancient myths and worn cliches
Keep to yourself and quietly go along
Clean your plate, do as you're told
Worship all that's bought and sold
'Til everything you know is wrong
'Til everything you know is wrong
Breakfast with the conservative columnist
Who dreams his pen is John Wayne's fist
He hammers the world into his narrow view
Laugh at those who don't belong
Quoting patriotic sing-alongs
And wonders what this world is coming to
They build your life in an endless maze
Of ancient myths and worn cliches
Keep to yourself and quietly go along
Clean your plate, do as you're told
Worship all that's bought and sold
'Til everything you know is wrong
'Til everything you know is wrong
Yeah
They place your life on a moral grid
God's own scorecard which they keep hid
Then pull out to condemn whenever needed
Hate your life, and what it brings
By trivial materialistic things
Since they can't see the show
From where they're seated
They build your life in an endless maze
Of ancient myths and worn cliches
Keep to yourself and quietly go along
Clean your plate, do as you're told
Worship all that's bought and sold
'Til everything you know is wrong
'Til everything you know is wrong
Everything you know
Is wrong