Young Siddhartha went down the promenade
Wearing a graphic tee of a Basquiat
Matcha in hand with a newly lit
Newport cigarette like the summer in Rhode Island, can't forget
The girl the mischief the drugs and the rest that follow suit when you’re with the likes of a baroness
You learned high class from the new English best
But never felt like you belong

'Cause back back way back you read a book by Kerouac said: It's who i am
And there's no changing that
The financе degree’s only for a show
So you can have peacе on your college radio

State school only let you get so far as a house show in College Park
Kicking it with kids from Bristol and Baltimore
Never understood the Silver Spring fold
When all you've touched has been made of gold
The Midas way of Arundel old money
And culture and class and Calvert Hall
Disillusionment's a gift but you still want it all

'Cause back back way back you read a book by Kerouac said: It's who i am
And there's no changing that
The finance department knows what it's for
So you can drive home in your shiny navy Volvo

He said: What am i if i can't buy my clothes
And my politics aren't a shade of gold
Oh these consequences are set in stone
Marie Kondo’ll never know

Why you can buy actualization
And turn it into cheap religion

He said: What am i if i can’t buy my clothes
And my politics aren't a shade of gold
Oh these consequences are set in stone
Marie Kondo will never know
Why I live my life in clarendon 36PT bold