Expert

I know six hours 
Of just this one thing
But you know nothing
Your mother knows less
It seems I know more
And I can't be topped

Oh, so I am an expert now
What the hell does this mean
I didn't even try
I just sat and listened
Now I remember
and I speak

I mean I know what was bad
And I recall what was good
It's just that I'm not meant
To be a expert in this at all
I'm an outsider about this all

I'm not supposed to know rap
Or pop music 
Or sociology
Or the fundamental reasons conflict is waged
Or how to win wars
Or who starts wars

I'm just some guy who is 20
Why don't you know what I know
Why doesn't everyone know
I was supposed to be
Stuck in a room reading tape numbers
Here I am out-knowing you 
Left, right and center.

But I was supposed to be
In a bright room memorizing 
Nothing but tape numbers
On old photographs.

I'm not even good at school
Or life
Or church
Or praying
Or speaking in public

But everyone else is just so bad
That I have become the standard of good

I pay attention in school
I give my best in life
I read the bible
I prayed
And I try to speak in public

Why is that great
Why is that even good
Why is that not bad