Educated Hate — текст песни (Rorschach Test)

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