I had to leave the house of fashion And go forth naked from its doors 'cause women should be allies And not competitors I had to leave the house of god Because the cross replaced the wheel And the goddesses were all out in the garden With the plants that nurture and heal
I had to leave the house of privilege Spend Christmas homeless and feeling bad To learn privilege is a headache That you don't know that you don't have I had to leave the house of television To start noticing the clouds It's amazing the stuff you see when You finally shed that shroud
I had leave the house of conformity In order to make art I had to be more and less true To learn to tell the two apart I had to leave the house of fear Just about as soon as I could crawl Ignore my face on a wanted poster Stuck to the post office wall
I had leave the house of self-importance To doodle my first tattoo To realize a tattoo is no more permanent Than I am, and who Ever said that life is suffering I think they had their finger on the pulse of joy Ain't the power of transcendence the greatest one we can employTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.