Текст песни Christian Kane - School Of Hard Knocks

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