Time bides at the old-school
Old-school boys are top of their class
Living at the house of better
Superiority complexes are born and bred
Money talks posh at the old-school
Greed mocks life
And art’s a masquerade
Movers and shakers are statuesque fakers
Stiff
From their upper lip down
The old-school stand in line
Old-school rules are set in stone
An immovable objection
Pompously oblivious to the outside world
They spend their days looking to make examples
Old-school, living history
Tradition
Everything was
Back in the day
Old-school boys never leave
Branded
Their world is held together by old school ties
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