All I learned was to make a vase
I can say: what a big shame
I have no meal, liquid or clothes
All I have is my puppet show

I got a master in arts, no honor within
A degree I dispose of, now I work at the mall
I am a griever who studied ballet
I got a master…a master…a master in arts

A master in arts
A master in arts

No money is what I received
Though my new song is perfected
Everyone says my play's too long
Life's a bitch, I've reached my plateau

Tormented brain, drown it with booze
My point of view is one most fail to see

I got a master in arts, a life for the bin
But I'm not deprived of how to make a shawl
I am a griever who studied crochet
I got a master…a master…a master...

I got a master in arts, what crap fortune
I know all the shades of mauve and how to paint a wall
I am a griever who studied runway
I got a master…a master…a master in arts

A master in arts
A master in arts