If the sun refuse to shine
If the mountains fell in the sea
Alright, 'cos I got my own world to look through
And I ain't gonna copy you
Now if 6 turned out to be 9
Alright, if all the hippies cut off all their hair
Dig, 'cos I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you
White collared conservative flashing down the street
They're hoping soon my kind will drop and die
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high
Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on Mr. Business man, you can't dress like me

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