I can scrape off of my face All the soot from all the places I have been to And call it knowledge I can stitch and rip the gash That was a scar until I scratched and reinvoked it And call it knowledge And I won't complain about the blisters on my heel That we've surrendered to the real Or the feral dogs who feed on knowledge I'm a statue of a man who looks nothing like a man But here I stand Grim and solid No scarlet secret's mine to hold Just a century of cold and thin and useless Sexless knowledge So I won't complain when my shattering is dreamt By the ninety-nine percent I'll surrender to their knowledge 'Cause I have read the terms and conditions I have read the terms and conditions Let the record show I agree to my position I accept the terms and conditions Well I woke up this morning and saw the pitchforks at my door Said I woke up this morning—it was dark Still—and there were pitchforks at my door And they were shining with a Righteousness no knowledge ever shone before I have read the terms and conditions I have read the terms and conditions I have read the terms and conditions I have read the terms and conditions Next time let's get raised by wolves Next time let's get raised by wolves Next time let's get raised by wolves Next time let's get raised by wolves Next time let's get raised by wolves Next time let's get raised by wolves