Well the last one hurt like hell,
knocked the wind right outta my sails
And I¹ll heal up someday,
but it¹s gonna leave a beauty of a scar
I think I¹m gonna get drunk, pull the tire iron outta my trunk
Bang up all of my fenders
just so they can match my heart
I¹m trying to get myself an education
Cry one more tear towards graduation
Every Sunday punch I've thrown has come back around to clean my clock
The bell is ringin¹, down at the school of hard knocks
They¹re gonna inscribe my name at the Bridge Burners¹ Hall of Fame As a fool who never learned there ain¹t no future in it
Some lessons we learn with ease,
baby most bring us to our knees
I wish I could learn about love without another woodshed visit
I¹m trying to get myself an education
Cry one more tear towards graduation
Every Sunday punch I¹ve thrown has come back around to clean my clock /
The bell is ringin¹, down at the school of hard knocks
A little kiss and a Band-aid makes those skint knees heal up fine
But there ain¹t nothin¹ gonna heal this heart but time
While I¹m gettin¹ myself an education
Cry one more tear towards graduation
Every Sunday punch I¹ve thrown has come back around to clean my clock /
The bell is ringin¹, down at the school of hard knocks
Yeah, I¹m a straight-A student down at the school of hard knocks
knocked the wind right outta my sails
And I¹ll heal up someday,
but it¹s gonna leave a beauty of a scar
I think I¹m gonna get drunk, pull the tire iron outta my trunk
Bang up all of my fenders
just so they can match my heart
I¹m trying to get myself an education
Cry one more tear towards graduation
Every Sunday punch I've thrown has come back around to clean my clock
The bell is ringin¹, down at the school of hard knocks
They¹re gonna inscribe my name at the Bridge Burners¹ Hall of Fame As a fool who never learned there ain¹t no future in it
Some lessons we learn with ease,
baby most bring us to our knees
I wish I could learn about love without another woodshed visit
I¹m trying to get myself an education
Cry one more tear towards graduation
Every Sunday punch I¹ve thrown has come back around to clean my clock /
The bell is ringin¹, down at the school of hard knocks
A little kiss and a Band-aid makes those skint knees heal up fine
But there ain¹t nothin¹ gonna heal this heart but time
While I¹m gettin¹ myself an education
Cry one more tear towards graduation
Every Sunday punch I¹ve thrown has come back around to clean my clock /
The bell is ringin¹, down at the school of hard knocks
Yeah, I¹m a straight-A student down at the school of hard knocks