I used to revel in the ways that were before me
Go to school get a job, c'mon, you know the usual story

I was 18 and just about to hit the college scene
On to Colgate, considered it prestigious and pristine

What I mean I was told that in life there’s a goal
And this goal, those without it die unhappy and cold

Another unwritten code, a savage story that’s told
By the media, the medium by which we’re controlled

It doesn’t benefit the spirit or the soul so when I enrolled I went bold
Here’s the list of things I wanted to know: myself

End of list, get the gist?
Professors are pissed, tally up the classes I missed