Harvard
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
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
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