The public cyst, from the big bad city, The one who tells you, how to be pretty And sell yourself, for the dollar; Let the general public attach a lead to your collar.
Be exactly what they expect you to be, Then let them condemn you, after they stopped you being free, To express yourself, musically or poetically; For their policy, is to simply make you agree.
They only buy your work, if itβs deemed cool by the magazines, Which are only deemed cool by word of mouth; So maybe we should all let out a scream and shout: