Sitting in the back row, preoccupied   While the world is spinning around him   He is locked up inside      And the one that they look to for answers   Holds the shackles as a threat   To the little boy of which requirements   This little boy he has not met      Thrown in a dungeon of confinement that is devoid   Of the happiness that would help this little boy   Teased him with a rainbow   When they knew there was no pot of gold   But it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever told      Hook him up to machines   See what they say   Is he blind, dumb, or ignorant   Does he need a hearing aid      And with a six page readout   They had the answers and a plan      What they had was a blueprint   To turn this boy into a man      Thrown in a dungeon of confinement that is devoid   Of the happiness that would help this little boy   Teased him with a rainbow   When they knew there was no pot of gold   But it wasn't the richest lie they'd ever told      In the long run I did fine