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