Everything You Know Is Wrong - Nine Pound Hammer

Sittin' in the classroom, 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.

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