History has taught

Me some strange arithmetic

Using swords prison bars

And pistol grips

English is the art of bombing towns

While assuring that you really

Only blessed the ground

Science is that honorable useful study

Where you contort the molecules

And then you make that money

In mathematics

Dead children don't get added

But they count the cost of bullets

Comin out the automatic

Teacher

My hands up

Please don't make me a victim

Teachers

Stand up

You need to tell us how to flip this system

Economics is the symphony of

Hunger and theft

Mortar shells often echo

Out the cashing of checks

In Geography class it's borders

Mountains and rivers

But they will never show the line

Between the takers and givers

Algebra is that unique occasion

In which a school can say

That there should be a balanced equation

And then Statistics is the tool of the complicit

To say everybody's with it

And that you're the only critic

Teacher My hands up

Social Studies the goliath to tackle

Which turns into a sermon on simplicity of shackles

Physics is to school you on the science of force

Cept for how to break the hell out the ghetto of course

Home Ec can teach you how to make a few sauces

And accept low pay from your Walmart bosses

If your school won't show you

How to fight for what's needed

Then they're training you to go

Through life and get cheated

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