You know how to shout and pray, and wave your pitchforks, You know how to barricade your classroom doors, You know your Lord, and how he's awaited You know this revolt of yours will never get old or antiquated You know the words to your national song You know the melody, And you ride it along You know you don't feel, feel it at all You know the drill, drilled to belong You know your opinion, and you know how to sell it You know all your life you've been living on credit But you don't know the value of the cards you've been dealt You know the words to your national song You know the melody, and you ride it along You know you don't feel, feel it at all You know the drill, drilled to belong You know the words (words) You know the melody (melody) You know the drill, drilled to belong