If the question's asked when the kid is innocent
And the answer's plain because you're not into it
The line is drawn and your unenlightented son
Will go forth with a wealth of misinformation

His day has come if it's on the tube
Put him in real time it'll do him good
Make him realise the continuum between
Ignorance and childhood

Shield nothing
Let him breathe, let him see
Shield nothing
Let him breathe, let him see

When the kid can't sleep from the fear of the mystery
Please keep in mind the good you've designed
And when the bell rings at noon of no concern
Try not to act surprised when the epithet cries
"My mother lies
My eyes aren't blind
My life's a line"

Though this is another disease
And we cry when understanding is reached
This is what fostering means
It will all be over soon
Shield nothing
Let him breathe, let him see
Shield nothing
Let him breathe, let him see