Pull up a chair to the table
We're airing our grievances boldly
Oh the privilege of a post-college crisis
And the subsequent traveling
Next year's concessions set in revelry
And our policies with beer money
Some stories should never be told
Through coarse can*ls of microphones
Our dreams serve as competition
For these bullsh** repetitions
We're retelling the lies we've been told
And reselling the sh** we've been sold
Their pat on our back is the thorn in our side
You tried to pa** the torch
But it burnt me alive
You're up against the ropes
And I'm sitting ringside
We're more than the lies that we've been told
We're more than the sh** that we've been sold
Someday we'll run our course
Like a wave pushed across the Atlantic
So sing softly now
Leave it to uncertain words and overtones