Rorschach Test - Educated Hate lyrics

Johnny came home with a lunchbox full of lead

The note said sorry mom, but your son is dead

And his friends say he died for honor but there's another reason

We know instead Johnny died for the red bandanna wrapped around his head

Poverty was getting old, crack for cash and guns for gold

Kyle and Kevin didn't come home at all

The phone hit the floor when their mother got the call

And all the newsmen were having a field day

And all the cops were having a ball

Saying "gangsters kill each other, but these Goth kids kill 'em all!"

Gunfire lights up the night sky

A place where children never learn to cry

A worse fate called educated hate, HATE

reading, writing, arithmetic and drive-by practice

3 + 5 + 7 = 357

1 + 8 + 7 = 187

Bald heads raise arms of disgrace

They wear the sheets to hid their face protect the states

From educated hate

HATE

Reading, writing, arithmetic and drive-by practice