You think you\'re free, but how can the be?
When our lives are constrained by the powers that be
Going to work, pretending to be happy when you\'re not
Saving for retirement but life starts at year dot
Every day pretending to be someone else, I\'m not me
I don\'t conform to fomulas but find it easy to get along
I don\'t believe in God but I know right from wrong
I believe in the wise words of Timothy Leary
The power should be with the seed bearers like you and me
Instead it\'s with the old shrivelled vultures staring down from the top of the money tree
I appear from the outside to be normal just to get along
Might as well take another \'Hit From The Bong\'
Drug tests in order for employment
Consciousness is precious, how I chose to alter mine is no one\'s business
They say it\'s a free world but how can that be?
Employers would give me a wide birth if they knew the real me
The thoughts in my head are my most personal possession
Not being yourself can lead to depression
In the so called free world there\'s so much baise and oppression
Life is for living, and each day precious
Make the most of each one..
If judgement day\'s tomorrow at least I know I\'ve had my fun
Seek out others like yourself, there\'s always someone
Quality is more important than quantity
It\'s not a competition to see how long you can last
Live each day to the full and in the moment
Don\'t dwell on the past