Academy Is... (The). Fast Times At Barrington High. Paper Chase. Zeneszám

Please stand by, we've come so far.
These years, we survived the ride that turned us inside out.
Repeat after me, just scream and shout.
"It was the best of times from broken homes and battle scars to where we are."

Graduate, paper chase,
we'll get out of this place.
Don't turn around. Hit the highway,
pour some liquor out for this town.
Now that's all for us, it's last call to drink up.

Roll it out, it's over now.
We're the cast-outs with messed up friends who never did fit in.
Don't know where it ends.
It doesn't matter now,
as long as we're as one, we'll take the next bus
destination: setting sun.

Graduate, paper chase,
we'll get out of this place.
Don't turn around. Hit the highway,
pour some liquor out for this town.
Now that's all for us, it's last call to drink up.

Graduate, paper chase,
we'll get out of this place.
Don't turn around. Hit the highway,
pour some liquor out for this town.
Now that's all for us, it's last call to drink up.

This is an open invite for all to attend.
Don't ask too many questions now.
Don't tell us how it ends,
because we're the ones who wrote the end.

Graduate, paper chase,
we'll get out of this place.
Don't turn around. Hit the highway,
pour some liquor out for this town.
Now that's all for us, it's last call to drink up.

Graduate, paper chase,
we'll get out of this place.
Don't turn around. Hit the highway,
pour some liquor out for this town.
Now that's all for us, it's last call to drink up.

(Thanks to Taylor for these lyrics)