Track 2's 1L Hell

So this is a song I wrote, cause the first year of law school was a bitch.


VERSE
Smells like coffee staled
Cigarettes, and fear
Finals go unraveled
There's no time for beer

Hall doesn't give a dam
How are the undergrads so tan
I've been in this library for hours

CHORUS
I feel like cannon fodder
Thrown into the frying pan
Keep your head above water
At Chapman

VERSE
Stahl wants to see your policy
Cause Yale men show no leniency
Sucks about your apartment, l'chaim

Steiner's weird grammatically
He brings up Lindsay obsessively
Just please no more power-point

CHORUS
I feel like cannon fodder
Thrown into the frying pan
Keep your head above water
At Chapman

VERSE
Don't mess with the Litwiller
Although the class is such a thriller
Remember the court's an it not a they

Doti says YEAH
The UCC provides comedy
The flowcharts they have the remedy

CHORUS
I feel like cannon fodder
Thrown into the frying pan
Keep your head above water
At Chapman

BRIDGE
Ivory towers they sour
My desire to go higher
But haters gonna hate
Debater will deflate
Gunners gonna gun
Summers a dry run
For the rest of our lives
Where we will test drive
Our ability to connive

CHORUS (x2)
We feel like cannon fodder
Gone into the frying pan
We keep our head above water
At Chapman

We feel like cannon fodder
Gone into the frying pan
We keep our head above water
At Chapman


Words and music by Dayna Richards 2011

Category:

Comedy

Tags:

• law school
• 1L
• hell
• funny
• music
• rage
• guitar
• red head
• pastrami sandwiches