I had to leave the house of fashion   Go forth naked from its doors   'Cuz women should be allies   Not competitors      And I had to leave the house of God   'Cuz Cross replaced the wheel   And the goddesses were out in the garden   With the plants that nourish and heal      I had to leave the house of privilege   Spend Christmas homeless and feeling bad   To learn that privilege is a headache   That you don't know, that you don't have      And 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 to leave the house of conformity   In order to make art   I had to be more or less true   To learn to tell the two apart      And I had to leave the house of fear   Just about as soon as I could crawl   Ignore my face on the 'Wanted' posters   Stuck to the post office wall      I had to leave the house of self-importance   To doodle my first tattoo   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   Ain't the power of transcendence   The greatest one we can employ?