These days pass by
as we pass the time
We don’t tell lies,
this life is a lie.
seems like a drag,
but at least it’s honest.
These hippies got old,
they're the new architects of our streets.
Their boxes and shopping carts are the new lawn gnomes.
Their eyes are as vicious as a hyena’s.
Their shit and needles are the new flowers.
I don’t blame them,
rejecting this society,
to seek their individual pleasures,
it’s trendy when we’re young,
but it gets ugly as we get old.
Their usual drugs stop cutting it after a while.
The refusal to participate in capitalism,
I understand the moral principle,
but they get left behind in the process.
The game goes on whether they play or not.
they turned into the homeless–
and the criminals,
they also said,
‘fuck the rules.’
who killed and died for our society,
they also get left behind.
They lived in a world of war,
and that world plays by its own rules.
They came back home,
and they found out,
that they also
don't fit into this game we play.
When you really start to pay attention to how many people reject their own society,
we still have no idea what we are doing.