Baby brother's science beakers are all broken
Quote unquote, he's tanning beaver pelts
May they rot on the shelf
See his budding youth
There's wood up above
But no man at this shiny oblong table
I'm free at last
Free of hope, free of the past
Leaning on the banister
Smoking through my chimney
Board games are boring
Free of hope, free of the past
Thank you God of nothing
I'm free, free at last
I knew it's just another 20, 20 years of sweat
Big brother's at Columbia University
Free of hope, free of the past
I'm free at last
I'm scorched and corn fed
Picnic demographics
A chip on the shoulder usually means
Is very, very fibrous
Making up his milk dud mind
Look inside his hothouse eyes
Burning up this life of mind
Now the yard peacocks are all sad
Thank you God of nothing
Subtle as a billboard, oh, so refined
Thank you God of nothing
I'm free at last
I'm free at last
Gnawing on a Charleston Chewooh
I'm free at last
I'm free at last
Free of hope, free of the past
Thank you God of nothing
