Shelved

I wanna ride the hydraulics
 Lit up like the north star
 I wanna wallow in the spoils before the crowd
 I wanna play my guitar
 Not gonna sit up and beg
 Not gonna do tricks
 Not gonna stand here on a sound stage
 Tethered to a crucifix
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 The ride's over
 I know
 But I'm not ready to go
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 I wanna flash my pastel colors by the rail
 On a windy day at Pimlico
 Don't want to write songs with this clown they set me up with in a Los Angeles rehearsal studio
 Not gonna tour with Trent Reznor
 Third of three bottom of the bill
 You can't pay me to make that kind of music
 Not gonna swallow that pill
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 The ride's over
 I know
 But I'm not ready to go
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 Maybe dad is right
 I'm still young
 And I can write C++ just as good as anyone
 I know this guy at Lucasarts
 He says they're looking for hands
 In fifteen years I'll be throwing back beers
 With my feet in the sand