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He was born in a depressed nation
Started tough and worked his way right off the street
Thumbed his nose at a graduation
Wheeled and dealed, his education was complete
He s got all his hair, but his life is a wreck
Always been a brat, he don t get no respect
He s got the time, he s got the money
You better get out of his way
You better watch out for him, sonny

CHORUS:
Back to school
He s gonna take that plunge
Gonna jump back in there
Back to school
He s gonna shape his mind
Gonna shed old skin there
Back to school

Spent some time in appreciation of finer arts
And the human body mysteries
Scoring high in procreation
Got an A in the study of female anatomy

He thinks about his teacher in his literary class
He s staring at her legs
But he s dreaming bout her face
He s got the time
He s got the money
You better get out of his way
You better watch out for him, sonny

CHORUS

I M NOT USED TO WAKIN UP AND BEING BY MYSELF
I M NOT USED TO COMING HOME FROM WORK AND NO ONE S THERE
I M NOT USED TO MISSIN ANYONE
I M NOT USED TO GETTING NO LOVE
I M NOT USED...

looking for love
but you just don`t seem to give it
i`m the one who mostly needs it
pushing me around
i`m so hungry for your love
when you came around
you pretend that you don`t see me
will you know that i`m who need you
keeping me awake
i`m...

You wake up in the morning drink a beer and take a Valium
And you re trying to forget about the things you did last night
Flip through the morning paper read the horoscope and the comics
You re as well informed as anybody on the left or the right
You make it to...

You start to feel the cold
now you believe the tales you being told.
He s here he s at your door,
The grim reaper s son we can t ignore

The age of ruin is upon us all,
pray is just a waste...

I am such a sucker,
And I m always the last to know.
My insides are copper,
I d kill to make them gold.

Conversation got me here:
Another night alone in the city,
So make my bed the grave,
And shovel...