Ooh, ooh, ah-ah

I can scrape off of my face

All the soot from all the places I have been to

Call it knowledge

I can stitch and rip the gash

That was a scar until I scratched and re-invoked it

And call it knowledge

And I won't complain about the blisters on my heel

That we've surrendered to the real

Or the feral dogs who feed on knowledge

I'm a statue of a man who looks nothing like a man

But here I stand, grim and solid

No scarlet secret's mine to hold

Just a century of cold and thin and useless

Sexless knowledge

So I won't complain when my shattering is dreamt by the 99 percent

I'll surrender to their knowledge

'Cause I have read the terms and conditions (terms and conditions)

I have read the terms and conditions (terms and conditions)

And let the record show I agree to my position

I accept the terms and conditions

Well, I woke up this morning and saw the pitchforks at my door

I said I woke up this morning, it was dark still

And there were pitchforks at my door, huh!

And they were shining with a righteousness

No knowledge ever shone before

I have read the terms and conditions

I have read the terms and conditions (next time, let's get raised by wolves)

I have read the terms and conditions (next time, let's get raised by wolves)

I have read the terms and conditions (next time, let's get raised by wolves)

I have read the terms and conditions (next time, let's get raised by wolves)

I have read the terms and conditions (next time, let's get raised by wolves)

Next time, let's get raised by wolves