A different kind of war
A different kind of game
A different kind of struggle
A different kind of pain
It's a war of the senses
A war of the mind
Everyone hopes to win but
Few ever survive
Another kind of battle
Against all possible odds
Against one's own faults
Against one's stupid luck
A struggle to rise above
The stink of poverty
Some call it education
Some call it futility!
Most people want to earn some money
To satisfy their needs & wants
That's why some choose to go to college
And earn themselves degrees!
[Refrain]
Piece of paper, meal ticket
Piece of paper, for display!
[Verse]
They're taught to keep a balanced book
But end up being first-class crooks
They're taught how to design machines
But end up selling children's books
[Refrain]
Piece of paper, meal ticket
Piece of paper, for display!
[Outro]
It's not education they're after
But that piece of paper to hang on their walls