from All Rare Potatoes Be

You can only be rejected
By the city that you live in
So I’m gonna find myself a way out of dodge
From your family it’s expected
All your dreams have been inspected
It’s time to wisen up and get yourself a job

And you can only be diminished
By the people that you’re in with
They’re the reasons that your whimpers turn to sobs
They’ll overburden you with wishes
That they’ll never let your finish
And then they’ll feed your favorite breakfast to the dog

But we all
Rare potatoes be
Though each one means
A carrot less for me
Well I took you in
You were my family
Let’s stop washing soap
And raking burning leaves

Ms Brigitte comes to survey all she’s got
But she’s sucking thumbs with dress up Basquiat
No he ain’t the greatest artist in the world
But he’s certainly the greatest one in hers

While the musician confesses all he knows
But he’s referencing a phrase somebody wrote
Oh he lines the books he buys up on a shelf
A counterfeit expression of himself

But we all
Rare potatoes be
Though each one means
A carrot less for me
Well I took you in
You were my family
Let’s stop washing soap
And raking burning leaves