I've got ideas
Swell ideas
Some that I just can't explain
My back up against the grain
And I look around
Through the lost and found
And I'm feelin' just a little bit different This is who we are You can call me a hippy, but your words are outdated
Up from the underground, hell yes we're still around
Maybe we're even related
And I ain't got time for your paradigm
I ain't got time to fall in line
And it ain't a crime to let it shine
Let it shine This is who we are…
We're anarchist punkers and Sunday school flunkers
And good hearted drunkards it's true
We're parents and teachers who sit in the bleachers
And cheer on our creatures with you
We're loud rockin' rollers and Wednesday night bowlers
We ain't holy rollers, I'm sorry
We're Wall Stree haters and peace crusaders
And sometimes our eyes are still starry
This is who we are…

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