None of my teachers Could ever teach me anything They say they're here to help you But they won't even learn your name
My pen and paper Won't ever meet again The sons and daughters of the rich don't gotta be smart I check my privilege Just so I know it's there I wear my alma mater colors, sing my varsity blues
All of my preachers Pray up to God and don't hear shit Don't wanna listen In case the answers make us sick
Try all my tricks and Tiе up all of my loose ends My mommy, daddy money Will tеll me where they're gonna send me
I've got my prison I'll never leave again Nobody told me there'd be more than just drugs and sex Follow my shadow Into my darkest depths I wear a crew neck with my favorite cult in varsity blue
It's all I have Tell me who I am Tell me what I've got to live for And tell me what's next
We'll meet our maker When our world ends You motherfuckers like to bitch But you love to pretend Not much for listening That's how we know you're there Put my tuition towards the weekend March like sheep right Off the deep-end Fall asleep within the street-lines Sing your favorite shade of varsity blues (sing it, sing it)
