| I want to live life duty free
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| Let my instincts take the lead
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| I want to take what I can get
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| Don’t want to choose don’t want to beg
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| I want down from this family tree
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| I don’t need no upward mobility
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| I want to unlearn what I’ve learned
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| Want to unearn what I’ve earned
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| Want to burn my bridges down
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| Find a place I can’t be found
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| This is my manifesto destiny
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| Tear down this awkward mobility
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| Because I’m tired of standing upright
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| The taller we become the more dollars we can grab from that highest branch
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| And then step on your back given the chance
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| But not me I’m a bipedal backpedaler just as sure-footed as I can
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| I’m no high society man
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| No suit and tie, no Dapper Dan
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| I’m no happy family man
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| I’m no husband, ain’t no dad
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| I’m a goddamn caveman
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| This upward mobility is more than I can understand
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| I won’t stand, no, I won’t stand for it
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| I won’t stand, no, I won’t stand for it
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| I won’t stand, no, I won’t stand for it
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| I’d rather be all hands and knees
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| Yeah, I’d rather be swinging in the trees
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| With the monkeys and the junkies and bums and sloths and jailbird canaries
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| Yeah that’s me I’m a bipedal backpedaler from sea to shining sea |