Gypse - Higher Ed Withrdawls lyrics

Maybe I should... Run away from my debt Let the feds try to collect You can bet they'd consider me a pet project Uncitizenlike to try and take a hike But it's what I want to do now that I live real life I make all my money just to give it away I got nothing to show but some hairbrained essays My business is someone else's affair; it's no fair Nature calls me to the Amazon Where I don't need nothing but a tribal thong on But I can't hunt to k**; got to work to pay the bill I just want to do exactly what I want to do by somehow getting into the entrepreneur's groove I'd be the craftsman and the seller Providing services that make us better I'd score music for a pretty price Get 'em dancing and singing to rip-offs of Vanilla Ice 'Cause nostalgia sells; and so do degrees Don't be like me - keep your spirit radically free Live with your folks, or roam the country like a ghost We all dissolve - don't pretend work ain't a hoax The punch-in clock is a real punch in the face Locking you in place during your time with the human race No need to behave; Your company won't stand next to your grave Unless your company is people that truly don't s** But ironically enough, union members don't give a f** You put in the hours, yet your coworkers scour It's ba*tards like them that make people fight the power If this speaks to you, I feel sorry I'll probably catch you at the next party The place where we go to forget all this we know of these wonderful truths we behold