The Hush Now - Traditions lyrics

Years spent on Droning hymns At Sunday school (Our Father, son and holy ghost) Prostrate on Orders culled From ancient rule (Dont tell them where old hands may go) Just sit down And shut up and dont think til we turn you on Just sit down And shut up and dont speak Cause theres nothing wrong Honor codes Carved in stone With blood and bone (Lost on their Fields of friendly strife) Its not enough To say you Just dont know (How dare you come through it alive) Now raise a Picket fence And settle down (Its time you found yourself a life) Youre much too Old to sit and Play the clown (You have no right to feel alive)