These fields aren't barren
but they hoe hard
nobody said it would be
easy in the avant-garde
nobody appreciates
you'e standing way out front
and all the art we're dreaming up
to take the future's dirty brunt
I'm not young anymore
I'm waiting for my papers
Call me to a desk job
in the rear you bottom scrapers
I need a backup plan
no pension for the lonesome bard
and till they send replacements
I stand my post for the avant-garde
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