You and I were philistines
Sheltered in our common dreams
Reflected on our TV screens
How easy it all seemed
Then you said won't you come with me
To u-n-i-v-ersity
To celebrate diversity and read
About what it all means
And now I'm doomed to listen to all the dead poets' whispers
They're announcing their resistance from the shelves
In unanimous dismissal of my petty worldly interests
And the longer that I listen
I keep losing trust, trust in myself
They say your view of the world is wrong
Radio plays your favourite song
We teach the weak to hate the strong
All in this arts degree
Where no one needs a fixed career
Where bad opinions disappear
Sharpened pencils we shake like spears
To force your eyes to see
And now I'm doomed to listen to all the dead poets' whispers
They're announcing their resistance from the shelves
In unanimous dismissal of my petty worldly interests
And the longer that I listen
I keep losing trust in myself
Oh, static noise from my TV
Drown out these noises cause I cannot sleep
Oh, static noise, sweet melody
To a philistine in hostile territory