Hippie Trim Can't Stop
Can't stop this
Won't stop this
Can't stop this
You won't stop this
Fast cars, gold bars
Never impressed me much
Your status symbols are as pointless
As the war on drugs
Get a job, get a wife
Love my life from 9 to 5
Burn out at 35 alright
Always trying their best to keep you down
Broken system, broken dreams
As if you knew what's best for me
Truth appears to those who seek
Still I can't hide
That sinking feeling that
Keeps me up at night
I'm not alright
Looking for a fight
But I've lost it long ago
When I was born into a world
Of crooks and thieves
Running out of time
To make my choice for who
I'll slave away my time
I'm not alright
I'll never be like you
I'd rather kill myself
Than be one of your kind
I'm not alright