some people want to tell me its fine spend your whole life waiting in a line well go ahead join the living dead i ve got a different plan for mine when the sun comes over the sea i ll tell ya where i m gonna be ridin in the van with the rest of my band the wheels singing in my dreams chorus please fogive me if i can t learn to live in generic america where the wavy fields got paved the kids are out looking for a rave and the rest of us sat on our big fat ass watching the rose bowl parade oh why can t you see i can t be me in your generic america don t want to live vicariously in a virutal reality shopping malls and prison walls all look the same to me so don t try to tell me its fine don t try to tell me i m wasting my time everybody line up piss in a cup you got to be out of your mind cause i ll do it any way i choose all over your desginer shoes beware of the ruffian who ain t got nothing he ain t got nothing to loose
['alternative country', 'deep new americana', 'roots rock']