"I want you to be lean and hungry / Slum geniuses kicking limos / Walking by yourself down Razor Street / I want you to know people who laugh too loud / And have to get drunk to find the right words / And can't sleep 'til the colors are just right / I want you to talk back, be out of line, be peculiar / If you don't know your plans, so what? / Don't shake hands, don't smile a lot, not much "please" and "thank you" / Believe in "no", and insist on "why" / Want false hopes, expect magic / Put your life on the line for something / Bet on dreams, again and again / Make a country that's fat and smart / That doesn't love to screw its own / And gives, instead of sucks the world dry." - The Waitresses