| You were one step behind in that dismal school of mine |
| Needle and percocet instead of books on students desks |
| We were so charming, but the future was alarming |
| And now don’t you go look so proud |
| Yes, guess who’s laughing now? |
| And we’ve learned that life is one big game |
| Where the winners are all getting paid |
| So stop dragging your feet behind |
| You can’t live with the folks all your life |
| So on those days home in your car |
| We jerked the steering wheel to the median |
| Joking that we’d end our lives |
| But we weren’t joking all the time |
| «Start a band or throw a brick» |
| You lazy hipsters make me sick |
| Don’t clap your hands |
| Don’t start to dance |
| Don’t let them know that you’re a fan |
| You’re living in Manhattan |
| We really front have you forgotten? |
| You maybe playing your music loud |
| But it’s drowned out by your mouth |
| And we’ve learned that life is one big game |
| Where the winners are all getting paid |
| So stop dragging your feet behind |
| You can’t live with the folks all your life |
| So on those days home in your car |
| We jerked the steering wheel to the median |
| Joking that we’d end our lives |
| But we weren’t joking all the time |
| And we’ve learned that life is one big game |
| Where the winners are all getting paid |
| So stop dragging your feet behind |
| You can’t live with the folks all your life |
| So on those days home in your car |
| We jerked the steering wheel to the median |
| Joking that we’d end our lives |
| But we weren’t joking all the time |
| Whoahh, Whoahh, wow oh oh ohhhh |