Bad Religion

I'm going for a walk
Not the after dinner kind
I'm gonna use my hands
And I'm gonna use my mind
And who the hell are you to tell me what to do?
You can't even tie your own haggard shoes
Your cloest is a mess, and your backyard's falling down
And I have no grand ideas or intentions of sticking around
I'm gonna build a world
Independent and Exempt
All alone I'll be an empire
With no mortgage and no rent