Papa don't preach
I beseech you man
Your devilish deeds teach more than a teacher can
What have we learned
Which lessons won't stick
Tracing the edges of wisdom and shit
Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world
Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world
You're tracing it's movements
Predict it's every turn
You watch down from above and record what you learn
You're graphing the data and tagging up our ears
Complex simulations with graph paper gears
Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world
Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world
Wistful in his widows peak
So to speak
He stands
A son confronts his father with his hat in his hands
All the things you never could do i never can
All the things i blamed on you i see i now do too
Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world
Knowing how the world works is not knowing how to work the world
A handful of stories
A house full of cards
A mouthful of sorrys
And a heart full up of scars
I take a handful of you and you take a handful of me
I put it in my mouth and chew it up so throughly
I learnt just one thing when i was young
Pretend that you hate everything you love