"Baccalaureate"

***FORWARD***
this is not original, it is a lyrical adaptation of the Phil Ochs song, "Bracero."  


Drive across the county,
Cross the roads and hours' travel
Into our beautiful castle,
Baccalaureate.

Come bring your fertile minds
To educational ignition,
From vacation to submission,
Baccalaureate. 

Welcome to Grimsley High School,
Where the friendly teachers will take care of you.


Come labor for your future
No more father, no more mother,
Only grades, there is no other,
Baccalaureate.

Come crowd into the classes,
Read the faceless books aplenty,
Solve some problems that are empty,
Baccalaureate.

Welcome to Grimsley High School,
Where the friendly teachers will take care of you.

And the hours will draw you weary,
And sleep will become a commodity,
As the work bites at your sanity,
Baccalaureate.

After half a day of toil, 
Go outside and eat a sandwich
Like your time, your youth will vanish 
Baccalaureate.

Welcome to Grimsley High School,
Where the friendly teachers will take care of you.

When the heartless bell outrages,
Sit in desks that could be cages,
And pine over endless pages,
Baccalaureate.

If you tire, work tomorrow.
Don't forget your forced devotion,
And forget you had emotion,
Baccalaureate.

Welcome to Grimsley High School,
Where the friendly teachers will take care of you.

And the counselors are crazy,
"Weaver's on a different format",
"Were those letters that important?"
Baccalaureate.

Ah but if you feel you're failing,
If you find the pace is killing,
Suck it up, you came here willing,
Baccalaureate.

Welcome to Grimsley High School,
Where the friendly teachers will take care of you.