If he ever wanted to
Get a degree, I guarantee
They will say that he's not fit to shine a shoe
After all, he's not bourgeoisie

He's not a delinquent, he's just out of sync with
The mainstream middle class
The white-collar workers,
The bureaucrats

A poor cerebellum, and whats more, branded a felon
Because of how he speaks
And he dont fit in
He dont fit in with the clique

You cant carry on, carry on carry on, put up a fight (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You cant carry on, else how they gonna know whats wrong or right? (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You must.stand.up, not stand back and keep living a lie (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
Dyslexics of the world untie

If they ever wanted to, fit the mould
Go for gold
They'd have to have branded underwear and listen to Pop-Rock and Roll
But they just like playing Pac-Man and their dads are on the dole

Adam and Scott had a lot 'til they were told that
They were hard to teach
Now its all they know
And its all they're preached

They dont understand, why, to be in command
You must first learn to comply
Ask no questions,
tell no lies

You cant carry on, carry on carry on, put up a fight (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You cant carry on, else how they gonna know whats wrong or right? (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You must.stand.up, not stand back and keep living a lie (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
Dyslexics of the world untie

You cant carry on, carry on carry on, put up a fight (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You cant carry on, else how they gonna know whats wrong or right? (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
You must.stand.up, not stand back and keep living a lie (oooh ba ba da, oooh ba ba da)
Dyslexics of the world untie