Nothing Painted Blue - Career Day lyrics

When the last frost of winter has thawed The men behind card tables out on the quad Snow you under With a colourful stack of brochures They hand you a line like "The future is yours!" Don't you wonder, aloud: "Who gave you the right to plough the surface of my clear day?" Oh I see This must be Career Day So the first flush of spring lets them know That the seeds that were sown nearly 4 years ago All have ripened And for ten minutes under the scythe You can earn 40 years of the privilege derived for a stipend And desk And that sharpened sense of the Kafkaesque you coveted and feared Hey, young executives in waiting There are forces operating On the path you choose through the prairie wood So shed your little red livelihood Just because it's not in writing Doesn't mean the wolves aren't biting My, my, my what a big point of year All the better to interview you with, my dear... And they say that the dream's overgrown Marxists and maoists, but mostly I've only known only fresh-faced recruits Who graduated in Sunday suits As Every-Last-One-Cheer Day Rousing chorus for 50 or More of those virtuosos Who face the dawn scary [?] on Career Day Career Day Career Day