Born into everything,
but everything is nothing you want,
so leave home,
drag nothing behind,
but the things built on your own.
Do something you love,
be who you will,
drain their blood from your veins,
bottle it up and sell it to Wal-Mart.
Empty their grayness from your brain
put it in buckets and paint the courthouse.
You're the only one who knows,
so go blow it.
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