Conformity
What does it mean? What does it do? You want me to be like you? Well, NO WAY! Walkin' in your skater shoes and khakis from Old Navy, That dog's a whore, your mom is, too, stop telling me what I should do! chorus: C-O-N-F-O-R-M-I-T-Y I do not understand, to it I won't reply. C-O-N-F-O-R-M-I-T-Y For it I will not stand, for it I'll not comply. All you posers looking cool But don't you feel like the corporate tool? And who do you think you're gonna save Walkin' down the path they've paved? (chorus) How can you like not living your life, Just doin what they what you to and seein what they want you to while they take what they want from you? (chorus)
Oh Beautiful for spacious skies For amber waves of grain For purple mountain's majesty Above the fruited plain. But now the sky is polluted The grain mowed to dust. The mountains lay barren the fruit turned to rot. Unzip your fly and join the fight! Urinate for America! Urinate to gain your freedom! Urinate for the New Revolution!
A wise man once told me that Life is like a bowl of cherries. I don't think so anymore. Cuz I've lived life, and I've found It's more like a box of lunchables. Cuz we're oppressed by cracker laws No matter how we choose to fight. And in the end we're crushed amid a mob of pearly whites. They convey all our hopes and dreams Our rights our loves our ways Humanities impurities to you. Cuz all our lives we get processed To end up in our plastic tomb. And through the system we all go To become a pile of poop. A rich man once told me that Life is like a box of chocolates. I don't think so anymore. Cuz I've lived life, and I've found It's more like a box of lunchables They control all our hopes and dreams Our rights our loves our ways Humanities impurities.
Some live life in the fast lane And some live in the slow, But I live stuck behind the old man In the middle of the road. Aspirations of progress Crushed by my traditions. Held back by their promise and their righteous proclamations. I can't escape from their shackles Can't break free from their chains, I'm on the highway of life and I can't change lanes. I gotta fight back Attack I can't let dead men run my life. I will not regret Dissent Agaist their hatred and their vice.
Open your mouth and close your eyes. I'll give you some honor won't you be surprised At the things that you'll do The things that you'll be The way that you'll think and The way that you'll see the world? Come round here closer and lend me your ears. Can you hear the shouts, say, can you here the cheers For the people who've died For the governments lies? Could we be the ones that Fin-ly break the ties that bind? Something is coming over the horizon It's not the sun it's the people's uprisin' And where will you be when the uprising comes? Will you be the night or will you be the coming dawn?
I wake up in the morning to hear TURN OFF THE RADIO. Doin my homework by the sunlight on the patio. I'm tired of living my life by the kilowatt-hour So fuck it, I'm moving to Wyoming Wyoming where I'll play my songs all day Cranked in the red 'til the cows come home again.
Bud that’s Light and Bud that’s Wieser, Anything from Sir Anheuser, Bosch and Busch and Hooch and Pabst, Schlitz and Pearl and Stag and Blatz, Lone Star, Schrafer, Lowenbrau, Dixie, Keystone, Meister Brau, There’s OE and Sapporo, Heineken, Pacific-ohhhhhhhhh I, Henry the 8th, I am, Henry the 8th I am, I am, I got married to the widow next door, She’s been married 7 times before, And every one was a Henry, She wouldn’t have a Willie or a Sam, I’m her 8th old man I Henry, Henry the 8th I am. Becks and Miller’s, Genesee, Black Lab, Foster’s, Asahi, Saint Polly Girl, Milwaukee’s Best, Red Dog, Rolling Rock, Guinness, George Killian’s and San Miguel, Hefenwiezen, Newcastle Dos Equis and Michelob Beneven, Cervesa Sol 99 bottles of beer on the wall, 99 bottles of beer, You take one down, Pass it around, 98 bottles of beer on the wall. 98 bottles of beer on the wall 98 bottles of…you know what? Fuck it There’s still Duff and Sammy A, Coors and Stroh’s and Tacate Colt Forty Five on the attack Rainer, Piel’s, 3 Fingered Jack Utica Club and Corona Hornsby’s, Ortlieb’s, Tequiza One more chorus here we go Hope you’re drunk by the end of our show What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor? What do you do with a drunken sailor early in the morning? Throw him in the brig with the captain’s daughter. Throw him in the brig with the captain’s daughter. Throw him in the brig with the captain’s daughter early in the morning Put him in the long boat ‘til he’s sober. Put him in the long boat ‘til he’s sober. Put him in the long boat ‘til he’s sober early in the morning.
©2001 Take A Number
