Lyrics:

It's The Stuff We Think We Know
that Stops Us All From Learning
it's The Wood That Needs To Grow
that Keeps Your Fires Burning

you Can Educate A Fool
you Can Wrap Him Up In Learning
you Can Read Him All Rules
but You Can Never Make Him Think

chorus
with An Instant Radical Change Of Perception
a Hundred And Eighty Degrees In Direction
inoculate Against The Infection
and Set A New Course On A Brand New Trajection
in A Brand New Direction

it's The Greenhouse That We're Heating
that Makes Tomorrow Colder
and Doomsday Drums Are Beating
a Tattoo Upon Your Shoulder

you Can Educate A Fool
he Could Be A Title Holder
you Could Read Him All The Rules
but You Can Never Make Him Think

chorus
with An Instant Radical Change Of Perception
a Hundred And Eighty Degrees In Direction
inoculate Against The Infection
and Set A New Course On A Brand New Trajection

in A Brand New Direction
a Change Of Perception
on A Brand New Trajection