I went to years of public schools   Those education tractor-pulls   It gave me a diploma and a scar      “I want to be a star!” I cried   They said, “You’re overqualified.   Why don’t you learn to tune your damn guitar?”      I fucked a bunch of stupid men   Went back and fucked ’em all again   Was never much for romance anyhow      Pressing Sunday comic art   Onto my Silly Putty heart   It doesn’t break, just bends a little now      I was gonna change the world through music   I was gonna fall in love   I was gonna live the good life I’d been hearing so much of      I was gonna be a rock star, baby   I was gonna have some fun   I sure miss twenty-one      Every friend a starving artist   Argue over who’s the smartest   Every contest ending in a draw      Masquerade as petty thugs   And do some psychedelic drugs   Nipping at the ankles of the law      We were gonna start a revolution   We were gonna make the scene   We were gonna marry movie stars and storm the silver screen      We were gonna write important novels   We were gonna start a band   It hasn’t gone as planned      Spent more years than I remember   In a club where every member   Never feels as if he quite belongs      Searching for my pleasure in   Some brand-new kind of deadly sin   My life is just as aimless as my songs      I’m gonna make it back to college   I’m gonna quit my job   I’m gonna buy the store that I’d been planning just to rob      I’m gonna teach this old dog new tricks   Drinking from the brimming cup   As soon as I wake up