By The desperate 'n' confused
Emotion of the youth
I was brought to Crisis Island
Where after getting checked for fleas
And barricades of embassies
I was sculpted to be overworked and silent
But since the early age
I broke out out of cage
And learned how to make marching drums
From a fish can
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