Traditions Lyrics - Singles - The Hush Now

Years spent on 

Droning hymns 

At Sunday school 

(Our Father, son and holy ghost) 

Prostrate on 

Orders culled 

From ancient rule 

(Dont tell them where old hands may go) 

Just sit down 

And shut up and dont think 

til we turn you on 

Just sit down 

And shut up and dont speak 

Cause theres nothing wrong 

Honor codes 

Carved in stone 

With blood and bone 

(Lost on their Fields of friendly strife) 

Its not enough 

To say you 

Just dont know 

(How dare you come through it alive) 

Now raise a 

Picket fence 

And settle down 

(Its time you found yourself a life) 

Youre much too 

Old to sit and 

Play the clown 

(You have no right to feel alive)