Where told this is it.
we must do that.
Impossible to sort the chaff from the wheat, the lean from the fat..
With scales on eyes and stops in ears,
It\'s hard to see and harder to hear.
Who are the winners?
I don\'t know.
Could be that looney I meet on the track, the one that\'s all smiles and never looks back
Or maybe that widow that lives down the way, helping others, busying her day
With man\'s knowledge, what has he gained?
More ways to slaughter, more ways to enslave..
We have knowledge
Aren\'t we proud
All is lovely, down hear, on the ground..
Follow us, we teach joy
To every girl and every boy
From barbie doll\'s
And all the obscene
Dredged for your pleasure
From our latrine..
Like a fool to the stocks
In over his head
Sold the life
Bought the death.
The word polluted now festering sores..
The same will slay
It is his sword...
Knowledge is not wisdom
Wisdom is not fact
It\'s higher than the heavens
The simple know that.
Only wisdom knows the end from the beginning, and if you think you are right..
Well, he\'ll just be grinning.
What will be will be
She has the last say
But in the meantime
Best redeem the day
The truth is there
Hidden under a cloud
It can\'t be told
It must be found.