Suffer the Little Children

School bell go "Ding! Dong! Ding!" 
  The children all line up 
  They do what they are told 
  Take a little drink from the liar's cup 

  Mama don't really care 
  If what they learn is true 
  Or if it's only lies 
  Just get them through the factories 
  Into production 
  Ah, get them into line 

  Late in the afternoon 
  The children all come home 
  They mind their manners well 
  Their little lives are all laid out 

  Mama don't seem to care 
  If she may break their hearts 
  She clips their wings off, they never learn to fly 
  Poor Mama needs a source of pride 
  A doctor son she'll have 
  No what the cost to manhood or to soul 

  Sun shine down, brightly shine 
  Down on all the land 
  Shine down on the newborn lambs 
  A butcher's knife is in his hand 

  Mama, she keeps them unprepared 
  To meet the enemy 
  That's comin' unto us 
  Teach them that evil dwells across the sea 
  Lives in a mountain 
  Like they see on TV 

  Down in the heart of town 
  The Devil dresses up 
  He keeps his nails clean 
  Did you think he'd be a boogeyman? 

  Oh, Mama's stuck with sagging dreams 
  She'll sell a son or two into some slavery 
  That's lucrative and fine 
  Just teach them not to criticize 
  Say "Yes" to bosses, impress the clients 
  Ah teachers of the world teach them to fake it well 

  School bell go "Ding! Dong! Ding!" 
  The children all line up 
  They do what they are told 
  Take a little drink from the liar's cup