text: The talk among the skeletons this morning
  If you could do it all again, would you do it all the same?
  Is there something that youd tell your former self?
  There were those that wished theyd spun upon the jukebox
  There were pirates who had never seen the sea
  But the one recurring theme, the one recurring dream they had
  Was to be whatever they wanted to be
  To be Pyotr Tchaikovsky
  To be free, and like everyone else
  There will be no flags to own me, no!
  Cause I just want to be myself
  Julie, telephoning by a ouija
  Is there any advice that you could give?
  When you know youre not like them
  Do you know La Varsovienne?
  I know that I am living, but can you show me how to live?
  And the Holy Roman Army
  Said, Your heart beats like everyone else
  But you dont need no flags to tell you who you are, so say
  I just want to be myself
  La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
  La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
  La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
  La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
  Theres an aura that surrounds thee
  Theres a different kind of wealth
  And I dont need flags to know youre really something
  And I just love you for yourself
  Oh, I just love you for yourself
  La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
  La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la
  La-la-la-la, la-la-la-la, la-la-la-la