in my old kentucky home
i built a pleasure dome
with lots of toys and games
and hundreds of friends with no names
i was number one
and had a nice run
but i tired of having fun
and knew my day was done
one dark morning before dawn
i put my best clothes on
and packed a bag
mostly with rags
and hit the highway alone
i no longer had a home
and put my trust in fate
because i could no longer wait
to find out who i was
and if i had a glorious cause
or was only a shred of muck
running out of luck
i came to a building high
outlined against the sky
i knew i would find inside
the humbling of all pride
the truth revealed at last
of future, present, and past
all you malcontents may scoff
(here the manuscript breaks off)
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