Knowledge is a Gun

Knowledge is a gun with the barrel bent back

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing

Baby's comin' home with her fingernails black

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing

Mama won't survive another asthma attack

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing

Ooh

Must be nice to live where it's so quiet

Must be good to be so high

While we're in hell down here, just tryin' to get through it

Another little bug flyin' into the wrong light

Knowledge is a gun with the barrel bent back

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing

Daddy's comin' home with his lungs turned black

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing

Brother's just a day from a heart attack

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing

Ooh

Can't sit still with all the static in your head

But nothin' is the only thing worse than a cheap high

And it's alright down here, hell is for the mornin'

Another little bug dyin' from the wrong light

Knowledge is a gun with the barrel bent back

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing

Nothin' good's comin' from the men in black

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing

Grindin' your teeth 'til your jaw goes slack

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing

Sit in your chair, don't worry 'bout a thing