School Of Hard Knocks

Well, the last one hurt like hell,

Knocked the wind right out of my sail

And I'll heal up someday

But it's gonna leave a beauty of a scar.

And I think I'm gonna get drunk

And pull the tire iron out of my trunk

And bang up all of my fenders

Just so they can match my heart.

I'm tryin' to get myself an education.

Cry one more tear towards graduation.

'Cause every Sunday my job phones

"come back around and clean my clock,"

The bell is ringin' down at the school of hard knocks.

They're gonna inscribe my name

Down at the bridge-burnin' hall of fame

As a fool who never learned

What there ain't no future in.

So of the lessons we learned were leads

But most bring us to our knees.

I wish I could learn about love

Without all the troubles that come with it.

Tryin' to get myself an education.

Cry one more tear towards graduation.

'Cause every Sunday my job phones

"come back around and clean my clock,"

The bell is ringin' down at the school of hard knocks.