Sittin' in the cla**room, thumbin' through the pages of a white-washed history of well-fed caucasians Growin' 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 Saying 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 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 place your life on a moral grid, God's own scorecard which they keep hid Then pull out to condemn whenever needed Forced to judge life, and what it brings, by trivial materialistic things Since the can't see the show from where they're seated.. MORE WORDS MISSING??????????