Faults
Sweet ignorance
What have you created?
Tell you the truth but the truth's overrated
As your patriotism
Is being mandated
You can't blame the Artist's or the Educated
No, you can't blame the Artists or the Educated
They want us divided
Haven't you heard?
When the right and left wings are of the same bird
Now why is there only A and a B
Such monopoly
For the spectrum of political philosophy
Yes, the spectrum of political philosophy
I bet you can already tell
Based on what you see
Just what kind of mind
Is in a fool like me
But when it's all their fault
That the country is too wild
They tell themselves they're adults
So they can get away with being a child
What if we focused on what is real?
Instead of being told how to lie, cheat and steal now
I don't want to be annihilated
Tell me what does it mean to be educated
Yes the Musicians and the Painters will be vindicated
Yes the Artists and Depressants will be indicated
I bet you can already tell
Based on what you see
Just what kind of mind
Is in a fool like me
But when it's all their fault
That the country is too wild
They tell themselves they're adults
So they can get away with being a child
What have you created?
Tell you the truth but the truth's overrated
As your patriotism
Is being mandated
You can't blame the Artist's or the Educated
No, you can't blame the Artists or the Educated
They want us divided
Haven't you heard?
When the right and left wings are of the same bird
Now why is there only A and a B
Such monopoly
For the spectrum of political philosophy
Yes, the spectrum of political philosophy
I bet you can already tell
Based on what you see
Just what kind of mind
Is in a fool like me
But when it's all their fault
That the country is too wild
They tell themselves they're adults
So they can get away with being a child
What if we focused on what is real?
Instead of being told how to lie, cheat and steal now
I don't want to be annihilated
Tell me what does it mean to be educated
Yes the Musicians and the Painters will be vindicated
Yes the Artists and Depressants will be indicated
I bet you can already tell
Based on what you see
Just what kind of mind
Is in a fool like me
But when it's all their fault
That the country is too wild
They tell themselves they're adults
So they can get away with being a child
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Writer(s): Baxter Hall
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