CIty of Knowledge
I'm told to know things
To be a lawyer or a teacher
So I can buy fancy rings
And find someone that's a keeper
We skim the surface
But never go deeper
The bland stares make me nervous
They seem like unbelievers
I'm not particularly good at math
I don't know much about science
I'm going down the harmonic path
But that's defined as defiance
But they only care about numbers and theories
They're the prison guards
In the city of gypsies and hippies
Outlawing the strumming of guitars
We have the ability
To show much more
Just put the emphasis
On what we were made for
Some like those numbers and immaculate theories
But some like the way music sounded in the fifties
Open your minds to what everyone loves
And knowledge will come through the city like a flood