I am just a rusty iron gate
Holding back the heavy weight of fate
Muddy water swirls around the shoe
Painting every gray sidewalk in blue
October wind kicks up a golden haze
Turning every schoolyard to a maze
Yellow leaves are spinning in the air
Screaming like a student in despair
Gold on the grass and mud on the floor
Bell rings out loud then they run for the door
Slipping on the clay in the autumn breeze
Bringing every Bullworth boy to his knees
Taxis line the curb in a long row
Waiting for the signal and the go
I see the chaos from my metal frame
Every single season feels the same
Gold on the grass and mud on the floor
Bell rings out loud then they run for the door
Slipping on the clay in the autumn breeze
Bringing every Bullworth boy to his knees
Keep your head down or you take a fall
Writing all the secrets on the wall
The wind takes a turn and the sky turns cold
The story of the campus is getting old
Leather jackets clash in the open field
Waiting for the moment that they yield
The leaves hide the dirt and the dirty play
Hiding all the sins of a school day
Meter's running fast while the engine hums
Waiting for the beat of the victory drums
I've seen a thousand kids walk through the rain
Taking all the glory and the pain
Gold on the grass and mud on the floor
Bell rings out loud then they run for the door
Slipping on the clay in the autumn breeze
Bringing every Bullworth boy to his knees
Just another fare in the autumn wind.
Move it along now.
Bullworth Gold.
