Stupid Schemes

Old songs and whale horns I'm yearning Wonder, oh wonder Oh, where she'll be turning Oh, should I be turning? Well now, I'm not afraid to say That it's easier now in every way Oh, and I'm yearning Oh, I'm turning Be careful of their stupid schemes Be careful of their liberties You can guarantee they'll cross the I's and dot the T's Oh never let 'em fill your mind Oh Be wary of their evidence Be weary of their silhouettes Oh Heavy chips upon their shoulder sets And they pretend their responsibilities Oh, and I'm returning Old songs, just waveform Catching hard drive dust Well now, I'm not afraid to say It's getting easier now, everyday Oh, I guess I'm learning Oh, a returning Oh Be careful of their stupid schemes Oh, be careful of their liberties I can guarantee they'll cross their I's and dot their T's So never let 'em steal your mind Oh Be wary of their evidence Be weary of their silhouettes Oh And all the books they recommend you read May you never go stealing them all