Forget what you learned back in school

I actually wrote some lyrcs to a song. Just a tired old revolutionary song

I was, in the shadows
I was looking out, for the ghouls and the ghosts
Circles, are crop fields for the dead
Police fools, drunken bankers, man it’s all in your head
Laughing, I mean what else can you do?
I’m walking, below the counter of what’s cool
Circles, crop fields for the dead
Consumer fools, drunken professor, man it’s all in your head
Boy, go, and tie your shoes
Forget what you learned, back in school
Terrorists don’t, follow the rules
And don’t you know that
The proletariat, always lose
So boy go and tie your shoes
Can’t pay your loans, now what’s your excuse
See we’ve been patient all along
Tapping our drum to your tired old revolutionary song