Coll-edge

Someday you will look back with fear

On all the time that you weren't here

And at that moment

You'll wish you hadn't spent

All your book money on beer

Your friends are high, your grades are low

Couldn't shake a stick at what you know

But when it comes to blood alcohol

You get a 4.0

Your eyes are red

Your lungs are black (you've got the coll-edge)

Stabbed us all right in the back (you've lost the edge)

How could you sell out like that (I'll never know)

Try to fit in with everyone

If you don't drink in the dorms

Then you're no fun

You swore true till death

But you're still young

Not even true till twenty-one

When you went to school

I learned for sure

If you aren't now you never were

And if you have a single conviction

You don't know what it's for

Your eyes are red

Your lungs are black

Stabbed us all right in the back

How could you sell out like that

To see the bands you never go

You don't support the bands

You used to know

Here's a hint in case you're slow

Lollapalooza is not a show

You lost the edge

and that's not the worst

The sad thing is you're not the first

Our friendship's done, it really hurts

But maybe I could have

All of your old shirts

Your Wide Awake record

and Chung King too

They can't be worth that much to you

Maybe this is not so bad

Because now i own

all the things you had

More friends of mine could start to drink

I could use a new X-watch I think.

You swore you'd be edge to eternity

But now you're pledging a fraternity

Your eyes are red

Your lungs are black

Stabbed us all right in the back

How could you sell out like that