Varsity Blues

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)

Sing: La la la la la la la la