Roll up your sleeves

Double knot your sneakers

Spit on what society believes

And Blow up your speakers

Cut your finger nails

And smear on your war paint

Hop off their coat tails

Promise you won't faint

When I tell you you're on your own

That this isn't like the movies

No one is gonna throw you a bone

And yes, people have cooties

The only trust you need

Is monetary

And you're gonna bleed

When things are scary

But it's better to be standing alone

With a loose grip

Than to be condoned

Approaching a slip