Liberal Arts Lyrics

So you found the lock But not the key that college brings And all the trouble of a B.A. in English literature Instead of law or something more practical

You traded all your time for money and the blues But no trust fund or daddy doctor What do you have to prove?

So you found your joy on Saturdays With friends and film Fingering your girlfriend Your father's pride was beaming When you bought your first home in Garden City
Stability outwins fashion or attitude Long sober walks upstate You don't miss a thing, do you?

So you found the lock But not the key that college brings And all the trouble of a B.A. in English literature Instead of law or something more practical

You traded all your time for money and the blues But no trust fund or daddy doctor What do you have to prove?

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