Its all very well knowing how to write,
And understanding the need to record,
But like falling trees we somehow miss the point,
Illiteracy we can ill afford,
And thus we fail like every other shallow flawed human endeavor,
Oh Sarajevo kids go you to Berlin,
And ask about charisma and ideals,
But don't forget your notepads,
To be used as mirrors,
Your ears and eyes the tools of empathy,
So regress to students to learn the lessons,
To stave off another hundred years,
Of this farcical refrain of history,
I would laugh if it weren't for the terror,
And the killing,
We've travelled someway,
We've learned to admit,
That this ice sculpture might once have been a stream,
But I retain my apprehension,
As picket lines in Belfast,
Throw pipe bombs at their children in the family,
We can't let our libraries slip out of our precocious grip,
So regress to students to learn the lessons,
To stave off another hundred years,
Of this farcical refrain of history,
I would laugh if it weren't for the terror,
And the killing,
And the idiocy of repetition,
And the conceit of ignorance,
And the idiocy of repetition,
And the conceit of ignorance
So come on kids lets form another unity movement,
That's just what the world needs,
And I'm bored to the point of laughter by yet more stickers,
Calling to abolish something tired and old,
At once we must be teachers and students,
And recapture that infant state of mind,
And concern ourselves with issues of absorption,
And not manifesto,
Its not just for me,
Or some jaded punk scene,
Its a universal need,
To educate ourselves,
About ourselves,
Everybody needs to read more books
So regress to students to learn the lessons,
To stave off another hundred years,
Of this farcical refrain of history,
I would laugh if it weren't for the studious,
Look at your face