Rorschach Test - Educated Hate lyrics

Johnny came home with a lunchbox full of lead The note said sorry mom, but your son is dead And his friends say he died for honor but there's another reason We know instead Johnny died for the red bandanna wrapped around his head Poverty was getting old, crack for cash and guns for gold Kyle and Kevin didn't come home at all The phone hit the floor when their mother got the call And all the newsmen were having a field day And all the cops were having a ball Saying "gangsters k** each other, but these Goth kids k** 'em all!" Gunfire lights up the night sky A place where children never learn to cry A worse fate called educated hate, HATE reading, writing, arithmetic and drive-by practice 3 + 5 + 7 = 357 1 + 8 + 7 = 187 Bald heads raise arms of disgrace They wear the sheets to hid their face protect the states From educated hate HATE Reading, writing, arithmetic and drive-by practice