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Good Clean Fun Miscellaneous Coll-Edge Someday you will look back in fear On all the time that you spent here And at that moment You’ll wish you hadn’t spent All your book money on beer Your friends are high, your grades are low Couldn’t shake a stick at what you know But when it comes to blood alcohol You get a 4.0 Your eyes are red Your lungs are black Stabbed us all right in the back How could you sell out like that Try to fit in with everyone If you don’t drink in the dorms Then you’re no fun You swore true til death But you’re still young Not even true til twenty-one When you went to school I learned for sure If you aren’t now you never were And if you have a single conviction You don’t know what it’s for Your eyes are red Your lungs are black Stabbed us all right in the back How could you sell out like that To see the bands you never go You don’t support the bands You used to know Here’s a hint in case you’re slow Lollapalooza is not a show You lost the edge and that’s not the worst The sad thing is you’re not the first Our friendship’s done, it really hurts But maybe I could have All of your old shirts Your Wide Awake record and Chung King too They can’t be worth that much to you Maybe this is not so bad Because now i own all the things you had You swore you’d be edge to eternity But now you're pledging a fraternity Your eyes are red Your lungs are black Stabbed us all right in the back How could you sell out like that |
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