Текст песни Show Us Your Transcripts, Man - KOMPROMAT

Back in '64, man, you were a freshman at Fordham, just as the sixties began to flow
What was your favorite Beatles tune? Or were you a Frankie Valli fan?
Where was your head at, man, I want to know
What was your favorite class? Did you have a lot of friends? What did you think about LBJ, man?
Who was your favorite writer? What were your favorite books?
Let me guess: Mark Twain was your main man (Just kidding)

You must have been thrilled when you lucked into Penn
You never had to mention Fordham again

Nineteen-hundred-and-sixty-six, you're an Ivy man now, man
Weekdays in Philly, weekends in Queens with your fam
How'd you like Blonde on Blonde? Were you a Blow-Up fan?
What did you think about the war in Nam?
Did you join protest lines? Were you aware of civil rights?
Did you ever ponder what it all means?
Did you debate your classmates in the dorm late at night
Or did they just ignore the rich dumb lout from Queens?

Yeah, you went to the finest schools, all right, but your learning just seemed to stop
Teachers thought you were a joke, no one would give you a toke, man
They must have laughed, they laughed at you every time you spoke
No wonder you went to work for mom and pop

Since then you craved revenge and fame, fame and revenge
You climbed the campus tower and started firing (It's a metaphor)
Your next act, your final act, will be your suicide by cop (It's another metaphor)
Front page of the Times, man—it's so inspiring

Have you ever even read a book? Have you ever seen a shrink?
Do you know a single thing about World War II?
Did you ever stop and wonder what kind of spell you're under
And why it's so horrendous being you?

Back in '64, man, you were a freshman at Fordham Just as the sixties began to flow
Show us your transcripts! Show us your SATs! Show us your bone spurs!