Lyrics: Casket Lottery (The). Choose Bronze. The Matter.

Gather children it's time
to tell you stories
Santa Claus and
wrongs and rights,
paradigms and picket fences
in your mind.
Entire interstate's
an education.
They won't see this equation.
"You only have two options"
is not right.
I'll see you this time next year
so gather and don't look so shocked
if I laugh when you as me,
"What's the matter?"
and I'll still be chained to
things that you'll never be proud of.
You'll never be proud of me