Lyrics

Podium, your throne
Sermon through downcast cone
Vulture, edify your chosen side
Feed the blind, blind green eye

Convictions reign
Poisoning, herding
Ideas stop churning
Drilled by suit-and-tie parasite

Fuck you, preachy teacher
Step aside, teachy leacher
Hands off, you dirty, fucking preacher
No hands, no tongue, no place for you
No, no, no!
Your show-and-sell
Your show-and-sell
…is over

I don’t need
No one needs
Go home
Take your faith, take your leave
Take it home
To your shrine of make-believe

These hallowed halls I’ve known
Commandments on the walls
These walls, inching and cinching
Absorbing shit and priestly lies

Convictions scream
Book bans burning
Fear and scorn for all that’s shady
Even when a dude looks like a lady

Fuck you, preachy teacher
Step aside, teachy leacher
Hands off, you dirty fucking preacher
No hands, no tongue, no place for you
No, no, no!
Your show-and-sell
Your show-and-sell
…is over!

I don’t need, I don’t need, fuck you
Take your faith, take your leave
Take it home
To your shrine of make-believe
Close the window, open new
To reason, to evidence, and peer-review
To anything but you

Fuck you, preachy teacher
Step aside, teachy leacher
Hands off, you dirty fucking preacher
Teacher becomes the fucking preacher
Hands off, you dirty fucking teacher
Fuck you, teacher