No Knocks

I graduated from the school of no knocks

I graduated from the school of no knocks

Now I’m down on my knees

Asking when will it stop

I graduated from the school of no knocks

I graduated from the school of no knocks

So I’m begging you please

Asking when will it stop

I was born with a silver spoon

Never knew the taste of stainless steel

While they were outside living their lives

I’m stuck polishing forks and knives

There’s no worries of stains and rust

Or knowing who to really trust

With pockets empty and hearts so full

The best things don’t need polished at all

Of course these problems don’t amount to shit

I think we all know, the things are relative

So I’m down on my knees

Asking when will it stop

Yeah I’m down on my knees

Asking when will it stop

I graduated from the school of no knocks

I graduated from the school of no knocks

Now I’m down on my knees

Asking when will it stop

I graduated from the school of no knocks

I graduated from the school of no knocks

So I’m begging you please

Asking when will it stop

When will it stop