Randy Stonehill - Everything You Know (Is Incorrect)/Keeper of the Bear lyrics

You may know the ways of this world like the back of your hand, be as shrewd as a serpent in Eden's tree, But all his tempting substitutes cannot compare to the simple truth. You can turn to the right, turn to the left, 'til you turn to the one who gives us breath, Everything you do, everything you are, everything you know is incorrect. You may be a techno tycoon, just like William Gates, You may travel the world like a Rolling Stone, But if the truth don't set you free, you'll only be a refugee. You can turn to the right, turn to the left, 'til you turn to the one who gives us breath, Everything you do, and everything you are, everything you know is incorrect. Pull out that rotten wisdom tooth; now that's a wise extraction, For all the good it's given you, you still can't get no, get no, get no satisfaction, no. You may know the roar of applause and the spotlight of fame, have a face that Could grace every magazine, You may be the president, and think your power is Heaven sent. Oh, you can turn to the right, turn to the left, 'til you turn to the one who gives us breath, Everything you do, everything you are, everything you know is incorrect, You can turn to the right, turn to the left, 'til you turn to the one that loves you best, Everything you do, everything you are, and everything you know is incorrect. I am the keeper of the bear, I bring him here, I take him there, Oh, what a special bond we share, The truth is plain: we truly care, And if you see us on the street, there is a bear you'll love to meet, Why, just to pet him is a treat - no reason to be scared, oh. I am the keeper of ... I am the keeper of... The keeper of the bear. I am the keeper of the bear, When winter comes, I am prepared, He keeps me warm in all his hair - you'd think he'd mind, but au contraire, And though it seems a little odd, we're like two peas within the pod, To me he is a gift from God: a joy that we both share, yes. I am the keeper of ... I am the keeper of... The keeper of the bear. When someone comes a-prowling, my bear begins his growling to let them know their plan was not so bright, And though he'd always rather use his bark and not his bite, if push comes to a shove, he'll never shrink back from a fight, It's best to heed our warning, lest you meet a grizzly end, For, to be sure, we'd much prefer to have you as our friend, yes, I am the keeper of ... I am the keeper of... The keeper of the bear.