| Papa don’t preach,
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| I beseech you man,
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| Your devilish deeds teach more than a teacher can.
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| What have we learned?
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| Which lessons won’t stick?
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| Tracing the edges of wisdom and shit.
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| Knowing How The World Works is not knowing how to work the world.
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| Knowing How The World Works is not knowing how to work the world.
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| You’re tracing it’s movements,
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| Predict it’s every turn;
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| You watch down from above and record what you learn.
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| You’re graphing the data and tagging up our ears.
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| Complex simulations with graph paper gears.
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| Knowing How The World Works is not knowing how to work the world.
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| Knowing How The World Works is not knowing how to work the world.
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| Wistful in his widows peak,
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| So to speak,
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| He stands.
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| A son confronts his father with his hat in his hands.
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| All the things you never could do i never can
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| All the things i blamed on you i see i now do too.
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| Knowing How The World Works is not knowing how to work the world.
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| Knowing How The World Works is not knowing how to work the world.
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| A handful of stories,
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| A house full of cards,
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| A mouthful of sorrys,
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| And a heart full up of scars.
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| I take a handful of you and you take a handful of me,
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| I put it in my mouth and chew it up so throughly
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| I learnt just one thing when i was young,
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| Pretend that you hate everything you love. |