there's no room for substance 

when you've got abundance, 

and who needs self respect 

when you've got fortune and fame. 

stepping stones labeled friends.

without roots the mighty oak won't last for long. 

let's hear it for ideals,

can i get a round of sound for something real.

for he's a jolly good fellow,

but he's being put out to pasture to make way for prosperity. and if that's

my right of passage, 

then i will opt in the favor of failure 

and never think twice. 

this is not to break down. 

this is to build you up, and remind myself

to forget the fashion and bring back the passion