We're Not in Kansas

-Recorded 23 June 1995 at Tower Records in Glasgow-Disc Volume 2-

What did you learn in school today

Did you learn to run when the teachers pray

Did they teach you enough to know the state you’re in

Not enough to get out, not enough to win

What did you learn at home today

Did you learn to hate in the proper way

Did your liberated parents patronize your friends

Cos they had the right money cos they had the right skin

I wondered round and thinking, well what kind of place is this

Well maybe it’s in the parks,ah maybe it’s in the stores

But I know if we’re being honest, it’s in the people

And they’re all caught up in the traffic

Listening to the weather

Well dog, I know we’re not in Kansas—the sky’s all coloured wrong

I know we’re not in Kansas—the days are all too long

I sure don’t understand this—that’s what you’re howling for

I know we’re not in Kansas, Kansas anymore

What did you learn in your job today

Did you learn to sleep while the boss is away

And you shut your mouth when he called you down

Cos there’s not much work in that kind of town

I wander around thinking, well what kind of place is this

Where they say hey ah what did you do in the war

And I ask well hey man well what did you do with the peace

Well we built these real safe weapons, so you could sleep with ease

Well dog, I know we’re not in Kansas—the sky’s all coloured wrong

I know we’re not in Kansas—the nights are all too long

I sure don’t understand this—that’s what you’re howling for

I know we’re not in Kansas, Kansas anymore

What kind of place is this

On the wrong side of the rainbow where the twisters never come

And they tore up all the yellow bricks and they sold them to Japan

And still the advertisers tell you, hey, there’s no place like home

Well dog, I know we’re not in Kansas—the sky’s all coloured wrong

I know we’re not in Kansas—the days are all too long

I sure don’t understand this—that’s what you’re howling for

I know we’re not in Kansas, Kansas anymore

I know we’re not in Kansas—the sky’s all coloured wrong

I know we’re not in Kansas—the nights are all too long

I sure don’t understand this—that’s what you’re howling for

I know we’re not in Kansas, Kansas anymore