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  1. Old School Days

From the album ON THE BRINK

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Lyrics

OLD SCHOOL DAYS

From the warm safety of the womb
To the warm arms of ma and pa
From the cradle to the schoolroom
We learned how to follow the law

With bright eyes and boatloads of dreams
We set sail in those old school days
We had the North Star and moonbeams
To guide us all along the way

Being tardy was a high crime
Like paper wads and chewing gum
It was a more innocent time
With no hint of what was to come

We all have perfect attendance
Until the last day of our lives
In this game, you only miss once
There are no take backs, no revives

We look back with so much sorrow
Stuck in yesterday’s tomorrow
Can’t seem to beg, steal, or borrow
Those old school days from so long ago.

From Mantle and Mays to steroid days
Another Pete Rose wilting bet
Palmer, Nicklaus, the Tiger fuss,
And we’re not out of the woods yet.

Dylan, Beatles, the Rolling Stones
All monkey wrenching up our minds
We traveled free without cell phones
Time was the only tie that binds

JFK, RFK, MLK,
And all those deaths in Vietnam
Helped make us what we are today --
Stepchildren of the atom bomb

We all have perfect attendance
Until the last day of our lives
In this game, you only miss once
There are no take backs, no revives

We look back with so much sorrow
Stuck in yesterday’s tomorrow
Can’t seem to beg, steal, or borrow
Those old school days from so long ago.

Men walking up there on the moon
Race riots down here in the streets
If science can’t cure cancer soon
There’ll be a world of empty seats

The Columbine killers snuffed out
The once happy days of high school
The so sick Sandy Hook shooter
Blew out the grade school candles too.

Gay rights, civil rights, crystal nights,
A narcissist behind the wheel
We’re back to picking schoolyard fights
Calling it the art of the deal

We all have perfect attendance
Until the last day of our lives
In this game, you only miss once
There are no take backs, no revives

We look back with so much sorrow
Stuck in yesterday’s tomorrow
Can’t seem to beg, steal, or borrow
Those old school days from so long ago.

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