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