Well, the last one hurt like hell,
Knocked the wind right out of my sail

And I'll heal up someday
But it's gonna leave a beauty of a scar.


And I think I'm gonna get drunk
And pull the tire iron out of my trunk
And bang up all of my fenders

Just so they can match my heart.

I'm tryin' to get myself an education.

Cry one more tear towards graduation.
'Cause every Sunday my job phones
"come back around and clean my clock,"

The bell is ringin' down at the school of hard knocks.

They're gonna inscribe my name

Down at the bridge-burnin' hall of fame
As a fool who never learned
What there ain't no future in.


So of the lessons we learned were leads
But most bring us to our knees.

I wish I could learn about love
Without all the troubles that come with it.


Tryin' to get myself an education.
Cry one more tear towards graduation.
'Cause every Sunday my job phones

"come back around and clean my clock,"
The bell is ringin' down at the school of hard knocks.