I had to leave the house of fashion And go forth naked from its doors ´cause women should be allies And not competitors I had to leave the house of god Because the cross replaced the wheel And the goddesses were all out in the garden With the plants that nurture and heal I had to leave the house of privilege Spend christmas homeless and feeling bad To learn privilege is a headache That you don´t know that you don´t have I had to leave the house of television To start noticing the clouds It´s amazing the stuff you see when You finally shed that shroud I had leave the house of conformity In order to make art I had to be more and less true To learn to tell the two apart I had to leave the house of fear Just about as soon as I could crawl Ignore my face on a wanted poster Stuck to the post office wall I had leave the house of self-importance To doodle my first tattoo To realize a tattoo is no more permanent Than I am, and who Ever said that life is suffering I think they had their finger on the pulse of joy And the power of transcendence Made its grace a practice we can employ