Students of City College, welcome
To the fall of the Roman Empire
I'm sorry, I can't concentrate
I didn't want kids
I thought I didn't need them
Didn't wanna have to feed them
'Cause let's be honest, people
They bleed you dry
My husband is to blame
He developed this notion that
Sprang from emotion, but he couldn't see
That that wasn't me
So I did it for him, yes, I did it
And now that I've done it
I can't undo what I have done
So of course, rockstars have kidnapped my son!
Do you wanna know my crime?
I know where the traps lie
And every great collapse I see as a way for us
To correct ourselves
We're stuck in a time
When things must be easy and mellow
Please, be smarter than that
You must be smarter than that!
But instead of public service, you seek sex
And allow for a culture that feeds on exploitation of the young
But I, too, am guilty
'Cause I let rockstars kidnap my son!
From trailblazing people
To naval-gazing people
We're in love with how great we are
We declare that we're devout
While we're busy selling out
Our brightest hope for the models who dance on the bar
And where will it all end up?
How will we save us from us?
Our fall will not come with an explosion
But with a continued dissolution of trust
But as Goethe said
Enjoy when you can
And endure when you must
I'm sorry for the speech
I have a lot on my mind
And I've clearly gotta find a much better way
Of working through my stuff
But "goo goo g'joob"
What does that even mean?!
I know! It's a smokescreen
A code for drugs and sex
And who objects!
You're a wonderful class
So enjoy your weekend
I hope that I haven't bummed out everyone
With my melancholy tale of how rockstars have kidnapped my son
What's done is done
I let rockstars kidnap our son
Class dismissed!