My old school had broken windows My old school had yellowed walls Radiators that would clang so loudly You could hear them up and down the halls My old school had cracks in the pavement Of a concrete playing ground Couldn't help but fall every time you'd play ball And everybody else would gather 'round As the tears came falling down Old School My old school had all kinds of children I saw my friends for the people they were Not just some color or race or religion Or the price of their shoes and shirt My old school had hardcore teachers Make you work all day and night Wouldn't give up on you even when you wanted them to Keep on trying 'til you got it right Saw in each of us a burning light Old School They tore it down last season To put the land to "better use" When money is the rhyme and reason Don't care about what you lose Bring back the Old School Bring back the Old School Bring back the Old School Bring back the Old School Old School You can blame it on the golden hue of memory That old school held the best of you And the best of me And the people we were yet to be Then there's the governor Taking money from the schools So much easier to raise a nation of fools Reminds me of something my teacher once said Without an EDUCATION We're all ENSLAVED Bring back the Old School Bring back the Old School Bring back the Old School Old School