No Restrictions.
No Self Control.
They give you it as a whole.
It's no American Pie Film.
It's much more Serious.
You're so Delirious.
So Obvious.
When you Drink you have no Conscious.
And it makes me Furious.
How these Colleges say nothing about it.
Your Daughter is taking the risks too.
Never doubt it.
I'm gonna shout it.
Out loud.
Yeah, I know you.
And how you take over dorm after dorm.
Partying till someone has to be Rushed to the Hospital.
Binge Drinking till someone drops dead.
Maybe then you'll use your head.
Instead.
This is the...
(Chorus)
College Experience.
No such thing as Freedom.
No such thing as intelligence.
This is...
The College Experience.
Just a bunch of Masonic Fart Boys doing their Rituals.
Fraternity Hazing, where Members get ill or sometimes even Die.
With an Alcohol Abuse Rate of 90% now I see why it's so High.
This is...
The College Experience.
Their Mission is never keeping you.
Sober.
Never telling you what's really out there.
And what it's like to be Clean.
They just want you to be apart of the Control System.
And Drinking Scene.
(End of 1st Chorus).
But that's not me.
I'm Freer then that.
Ain't gonna let them lock me down.
Cus I won't be around.
For them to do it to me.
I'd rather be.
Apart of Releasing You.
From their Insanity.
That's why I'm Above the Influence.
Not Under it.
Limitations are Weak.
Call me a freak.
At least I'm not someone who calls themselves ''Popular''.
Getting Wasted and Loaded.
With no Job.
Sobriety is what they ain't Teaching you.
They don't Care about You.
But I do...
(Chorus)
The College Experience.
With a Low Rate of Intelligence depending upon where you are.
Unless you wanna be some Drop Out Movie Star.
And maybe if you're Dumb or something.
You can be famous.
With No Soul or Conscious.
This is...
The College Experience.
Girls Losing their Virginity for some Deep Insecurity.
They Refuse to face.
Just to impress some Jock or Frat Boy idiot.
Or someone who's Popular.
All for what?
All for what?
This is...
The College Experience
(End of Last Chorus).
Well when he came to check on you.
In your bed that night.
He found you Dead.
With a Bottle in your hand instead.
Forever living in the Fright.
Of what happened that Night.
Regretting every time you let her get Wasted.
At the Parties with your friends.
Eventually this is how it always ends.
Parents of which who are so Blind.
Who find their Daughter or Son Dead.
In the College or a Hospital Bed.
Where is the Justice?
Where is the Compassion?
And why are you just sitting there in your seats?
Drinking your Hard Liquor?!
Letting it go on and on?
I wanna know!
I wanna know!
Do you even Care?
NOOOO!
You Don't!
Cus I don't see you Helping them.
At all.
As you let them Drown in the.
Alcohol...
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