
Coll-Edge
by Good Clean Fun· from Shopping For A Crew
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, hey 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?
I'll Never Know