Berklee Babies

Play on you stank-face jazz jocks
 Peacock and shoot the moon
 Folk song fare don't cut your hair
 Like the birdland bebop do
 Two five ones at the top of your lungs
 Widdershins 'round the wheel
 Like a puppy trained to kill, remember
 Critics can't write no song or they would
 Famous ain't get you paid like it should
 Glory don't make you great
 But learnin' how to listen could
 So Berklee babies be good
 Teach 'em more accountin' tools
 Teach 'em 'bout mental health
 They're usin' their notes like bullets
 And smokin' themselves to hell
 Real nobodies and fake somebodies
 Can you subdivide the years
 With a paper souvenir?
 Well, remember
 Critics can't write no song or they would
 And famous ain't get you paid like it should
 Glory don't make you great
 But learnin' how to listen could
 So Berklee babies be good
 Teenage-mutant prodigy
 All ready to ride the bull
 Mama tells you that you're special
 Daddy say, "toughen up"
 Hope you got thick skin, kid
 Just lean on Love Supreme
 But never let 'em burst the seams
 Of your pocket full of dreams, remember now
 Critics can't write no song or they would
 And famous ain't get you paid like it should, oh, no no
 Glory don't make you great
 But learnin' how to listen could
 So Berklee babies be good
 Critics can't write no song or they would
 Playin' the road don't feel like it should
 Givin' a damn won't kill you
 But shootin' the black tar could
 So berklee babies
 Be good