The Pride of N. Sumner lyrics
by Ezra Bell
[Verse 1]
I was cold alone and dirty
On the day that I turned thirty
Me and Evan throwing cans at cars
It struck midnight on the mantle
We were running out of ammo
I cannot throw "I love you" very far
[Chorus]
It gets tough living up to your education
(Oh-oo-oh-oo-oh)
The cash register between your ears
[Verse 2]
And my conscience c*cked his gavel hiding high above the battle
He said "I don't think this will go well"
But if you've never shot some sinner or f*cked an Oscar winner
I wonder, little man, how can you tell?
[Chorus]
It gets tough living up to your education
(Oh-oo-oh-oo-oh)
The cash register between your ears
Well once in a while pull a smile from the degradation
There is a hole in the side, a hole in the side of here
(Oh-oo-oh-oo-oh)