Well
Gentlemen
What is your motto here?
You are killing the very spirit this institution proclaims it instills
No, I'm just gettin' warmed up
When the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some guys stay
There was a time I could see, and I have seen
Boys like these, younger than these, their arms torn out, their legs ripped off
But there isn't nothin' like the sight of an amputated spirit
There is no prosthetic for that
Well, when the bough breaks the cradle will fall
And it has fallen here
It has fallen
Makers of men, creators of leaders
Be careful what kind of leaders you're producing here
You are executin' his SOUL!
Now I have come to the cross-roads in my life
I always knew what the right path was, but I never took it
You know why?
It was too damn hard!
Be careful what kind of leaders you're producing here
When the shit hits the fan, some guys run and some guys stay
Believe me
It's a valuable future
Don't destroy it
Protect it, embrace it
It's gonna make you proud one day, I promise you