Flaunt the sound and ride the tow,
Make a fuss and surf the snow,
And let it rip, the cuckoo’s nest,
You live like me you get to die like me,
Slow and hard, furnace deep inside,
You tend the flames and make that anguish ride,
Embrace agony and let the world deride,
Round it up, little girls and boys,
And be yourselves, never be their toys,
They’ll patronize you with some graphic toys,
Call you favorite something, shush it up your noise,
When you grow older they’ll just make you sad,
Try to shit on you, live their lives through you,
They’ll indoctrinate, speak to you of sin,
Make you feel you’re nothing, what without their help,
They’ll suck up you to the very core,
Till you don’t remember the wild eyed kid,
Round it up little girls and boys,
And be yourself fight the power and ride,
I love personages, all the quirks, and flaws,
Cause without the smudge, you’ll be just a block,
A solid piece of wood, unformed and cleaned,
For the next crappy artist,
To just sculpt their shit.
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