instant radical change of perception

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