That boy is dumb
That boy is doomed to be dumb
He'd wish he was a mute whenever he opens his mouth
He's dumb
That boy is doomed to be dumb
They cringe whenever he opens his mouth
He's dumb
That's their verdict
Yet another one1 who'll never befriend the books
'Cause he's dumb
Yet another one who can't hold a pen
'Cause he's dumb
The day he was born and got weighed
Was the only time everyone was satisfied with the boy
Kilos and height, approved measures
Daddy found the cigars and yelled "Cheers!"
To the little awesome fella
And then they thought the measuring would be over
But no, the first day of school:
Here you go, here's your table and your chair
And the second day: Here's the letter A
But first there is a test you need to take
And from then on he was measured and weighed nonstop
Red lamps flicker when you don't raise your hand
But his hands think on their own when they hit a paper
And do anything but what the teachers say
An entire world needs to be drawn and designed
Free fantasy can't be measured in points
And if it won't give any points
The school won't get any money, and they'll say "Dumb boy
We don't teach stuff like that here in school
We're not going to built stuff because we're not from Poland
We're not going to sweat because we're not Chinese
They never have a break to shit and eat
We're going to be the western adults
Who think out of the box because that's where the bucks are!"
Then he said "But", then they said "Hush"
Then they took a pen, then they made cross
He was dumb
[chorus]
We don't have the time or money to make you smart
But it doesn't matter, you'll pass anyway
We're not going to rewire your little head
It's without medicine or electrodes
We'll just time it so that every test
Is about the last page you've read
Then the test will say that you're smart when you take it
Even though you know nothing about the rest of the world
That's how you can upgrade
So that even that losers get top grades
Then the numbers will fit in the system
And the people in the government will be so happy
But not everyone were into these meaningless things
He raised his hand and asked about those number:
Mister teacher, I'd like to ask something - aha
I have an equation - aha
It's not about dollars and dimes - aha
It's about my own happiness - aha
If we take the width of my smile
Multiply the temperature of the fire within me
From back when it was a bonfire
Divided with now where it's zero
Then what is the final sum?
It can't be true that I've figured this out because I'm so...
DUMB...
1. "En til igen" is pronounced almost identically with "intelligent"