Old School
My old school had broken windows
My old school had yellowed walls
Radiators that would clang so loudly
You could hear them up and down the halls
My old school had cracks in the pavement
Of a concrete playing ground
Couldn't help but fall every time you'd play ball
And everybody else would gather 'round
As the tears came falling down
Old School
My old school had all kinds of children
I saw my friends for the people they were
Not just some color or race or religion
Or the price of their shoes and shirt
My old school had hardcore teachers
Make you work all day and night
Wouldn't give up on you even when you wanted them to
Keep on trying 'til you got it right
Saw in each of us a burning light
Old School
They tore it down last season
To put the land to "better use"
When money is the rhyme and reason
Don't care about what you lose
Bring back the Old School
Bring back the Old School
Bring back the Old School
Bring back the Old School
Old School
You can blame it on the golden hue of memory
That old school held the best of you
And the best of me
And the people we were yet to be
Then there's the governor
Taking money from the schools
So much easier to raise a nation of fools
Reminds me of something my teacher once said
Without an EDUCATION
We're all ENSLAVED
Bring back the Old School
Bring back the Old School
Bring back the Old School
Old School
My old school had yellowed walls
Radiators that would clang so loudly
You could hear them up and down the halls
My old school had cracks in the pavement
Of a concrete playing ground
Couldn't help but fall every time you'd play ball
And everybody else would gather 'round
As the tears came falling down
Old School
My old school had all kinds of children
I saw my friends for the people they were
Not just some color or race or religion
Or the price of their shoes and shirt
My old school had hardcore teachers
Make you work all day and night
Wouldn't give up on you even when you wanted them to
Keep on trying 'til you got it right
Saw in each of us a burning light
Old School
They tore it down last season
To put the land to "better use"
When money is the rhyme and reason
Don't care about what you lose
Bring back the Old School
Bring back the Old School
Bring back the Old School
Bring back the Old School
Old School
You can blame it on the golden hue of memory
That old school held the best of you
And the best of me
And the people we were yet to be
Then there's the governor
Taking money from the schools
So much easier to raise a nation of fools
Reminds me of something my teacher once said
Without an EDUCATION
We're all ENSLAVED
Bring back the Old School
Bring back the Old School
Bring back the Old School
Old School
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Writer(s): Ethan Forrest
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