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Testo College Boy
Testo College Boy
A trust fund and a scholarship and what'd ya got to show?
A stupid look upon your face and a fuckin' ring in your nose?
Flannel shirt and dreadlocks with your pants hanging around your ass.
Passing joints like passing wind. Praying you'll get good grades.
Sucking cock to pay for student aid.
You're just a lousy college boy ( A stupid kid with a broken toy )
Another lousy college boy ( Future star of the unemployed )
You think you know all you need from what you learned in class Until your wise-ass smarmy attitude gets you a boot in the ass.
Every night's a party when Daddy pays the rent.
You're the patron saint of the liberal arts.
Soulless moron with your faceless doom, pushing a pencil or floating a broom.
You're just a lousy college boy ( A stupid kid with a broken toy )
Another lousy college boy ( Future star of the unemployed )
How the hell do you expect to grow when your parents paid for everything that you know?
When mom and daddy's gone, maybe then you'll find
Life ain't so appealing in the soup kitchen line.
You wasted four years and they've moved on.
Never learned a trade. Who you gonna lean on?
Thought you had it made. Now they turn the heat on.
Ideas in your head. Suicide. It fits you.
You're not the first or the last, no one's gonna miss you.
You made fun of the slobs who had to go to work But who's laughing now, you fucking jerk?
A stupid look upon your face and a fuckin' ring in your nose?
Flannel shirt and dreadlocks with your pants hanging around your ass.
Passing joints like passing wind. Praying you'll get good grades.
Sucking cock to pay for student aid.
You're just a lousy college boy ( A stupid kid with a broken toy )
Another lousy college boy ( Future star of the unemployed )
You think you know all you need from what you learned in class Until your wise-ass smarmy attitude gets you a boot in the ass.
Every night's a party when Daddy pays the rent.
You're the patron saint of the liberal arts.
Soulless moron with your faceless doom, pushing a pencil or floating a broom.
You're just a lousy college boy ( A stupid kid with a broken toy )
Another lousy college boy ( Future star of the unemployed )
How the hell do you expect to grow when your parents paid for everything that you know?
When mom and daddy's gone, maybe then you'll find
Life ain't so appealing in the soup kitchen line.
You wasted four years and they've moved on.
Never learned a trade. Who you gonna lean on?
Thought you had it made. Now they turn the heat on.
Ideas in your head. Suicide. It fits you.
You're not the first or the last, no one's gonna miss you.
You made fun of the slobs who had to go to work But who's laughing now, you fucking jerk?
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