The quest for fame and art and life
possessed the boy where he stood tall
A futile part, a lonely strife
no more homework, he threw it all

The mother cried her tears of sand
held the pistol against her head
while he took off to foreign land
she knew that he would soon be dead

People passed out, he left them there
and women came and women left
the carpet moved but always near
it could not hide the mortal theft

The time was slow, the gold ran out
throughout his mouth and blood and tears
his father came but would not shout
he just sat still with all his fears

He had to work to pay his part
to live his life to full extent
It’s such a shame it’s only art
doesn’t even pay the rent

The beggar asked to let him be
with wornout clothes and hungry heart
his only choice was to be free
a lonely life, a life of art

And all the kids they are not his
He sees the streets and now he shouts
“please play it cool, it’s only jizz”
“the secret sauce, to leave the outs”

And cars pass by without a look
on rainy streets with holes and dust
“you kept your heart but left your book”
and here comes dad with one last thrust