The gentlest hearts Don't go to Harvard Fuck all the preps And their little charters The gentlest hearts Don't go to Harvard Hold my hand Just a little harder The wishful thinking That we hold You to Under your mansard roofs Commodify your leaves And Latin textbook tees Have you finally got All the land you need? The porcelain brats With epitaphs All worship you Lovers are goners And age is an honor But it's still Not the truth The gentlest hearts Don't go to Harvard Fuck all the preps And their little charters The gentlest hearts Don't go to Harvard Hold my hand Just a little harder Line up in the yard While they harass like czars Watching Grozny go too far With kingdoms Made of leaves You pull bricks Over spilling tea To counter crimson Checkbook schemes The porcelain brats With epitaphs All worship you Lovers are goners And age is an honor But it's still Not the truth The gentlest hearts Don't go to Harvard Fuck all the preps And their little charters Running blood money Just like a martyr Hoping that I won't be A firestarter The gentlest hearts Don't go to Harvard Fuck all the preps And their little charters The future looks bleak Don't make it darker Hold my hand Just a little harder