Assembled in a factory sent down to Earth,
they eat calculators, invading our turf
Some seem human, but don’t let it fool you
They’re only here to school you
They’re made not to care,
Stains on their collars, parts in their hair
Logarithms pump in their heart;
They’re made to finish, not to start
They’re here to speak in binary code,
Your creativity will corrode
You can’t fight them; it’s a sermon for the spine,
The only reason? To waste your time
Yeah, school can be useful to keep dreams at bay,
Sink our frigates and interrupt our play
They want us to worship the quadratic equation;
Sin and cosine are their elation
Programmed with standards
divined against the cosmic glass
Their sense of duty is to kick your ass
