You Can Teach Me

You can teach me not to aggravate a member of authority,
Or teach me not to agitate the voting majority,
Or tell me you must educate the women on embroidery.
Your concept may have worked for years but that's just not enough for me.

You can tell me all about the scientific breakthroughs of our time,
Or teach me if I pout I'll get my way almost every time,
Or tell me I'm a lout if I'm divorced before I reach my prime.
That may be your opinion but it definitely isn't mine.

So fuck you and your books and all your patronising seminars.
Don't teach me what to do or how to think 'cause really, you're on par
With ever other motherfucking robot that there's been so far.
Besides, do I need to know what tangents and meanders are?

And in the end we all pretend that we all truly comprehend,
The mindless trend that does descend and the message it does send
That you intend to befriend and have a helping hand to lend
But your facts are hazy, teaching's lazy and it drives me fucking crazy.
So I'm off to join the circus.