So Says The Prof Lyrics

Religion is an opiate of the masses

So says the prof lecturing to his classes

College used to be a carrier pigeon

For this terrible thing called religion

Where all were forced to swallow Orthodoxy

And stick to dogma like epoxy

Now all have freedom to have points of view

As long as you conform to what I tell you

Karl Marx was brilliant, but I disavow

His acolytes like Stalin, Pol Pot and Mao

Let me elucidate why you should scorn

The farce that you've been taught since you were born

No facts exist within this world of ours

Only opinion above all NPRs

I can't keep quiet, I'm a naive hellion

But consider China's Boxer Rebellion

What do you mean he spat out through his frown

Preparing for what dare I say to shut down

The rebels thought that they'd not be harmed

By British weapons because they were charmed

One day the last thing that goes through their heads

Is British bullets, and then they are dead

Wrong-headed opinion in actuality

Can't fight the physics of reality

He stared at me, his eyes exuding scorn

Choosing a response, he really was torn

Depends on what is is surely you see

Otherwise your thinking is so bourgeoisie

That's all for today, he spoke with aplomb

And ran for the door as though from a bomb

That's how it all transpired, at least in my dream

For that's not how to survive academe

Just sit, take notes, and finish your degree

Nod your head and pretend you are free