one day an artist got born
had no money and ate just corn
grew up and created worlds
and entertained boys and girls
he was quite successful
until he left highschool
the artist became dirt
his soul left his heart
then he couldn't spread his wing
the big cage was too small
old big brother cut everything
where brain remained behind the wall
he lived as an artist
with great big success
then he became dirt
on big brother's beautiful ass
why can't we break his senseless rules?
do we really have to be his tools?
yes, I'm gonna break his holy rules
I don't want to be one of his fools
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