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
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
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
