Maybe I should...
Run away from my debt
Let the feds try to collect
You can bet they'd consider me a pet project
Uncitizenlike to try and take a hike
But it's what I want to do now that I live real life
I make all my money just to give it away
I got nothing to show but some hairbrained essays
My business is someone else's affair; it's no fair
Nature calls me to the Amazon
Where I don't need nothing but a tribal thong on
But I can't hunt to k**; got to work to pay the bill
I just want to do exactly what I want to do
by somehow getting into the entrepreneur's groove
I'd be the craftsman and the seller
Providing services that make us better
I'd score music for a pretty price
Get 'em dancing and singing to rip-offs of Vanilla Ice
'Cause nostalgia sells; and so do degrees
Don't be like me - keep your spirit radically free
Live with your folks, or roam the country like a ghost
We all dissolve - don't pretend work ain't a hoax
The punch-in clock is a real punch in the face
Locking you in place during your time with the human race
No need to behave;
Your company won't stand next to your grave
Unless your company is people that truly don't s**
But ironically enough, union members don't give a f**
You put in the hours, yet your coworkers scour
It's ba*tards like them that make people fight the power
If this speaks to you, I feel sorry
I'll probably catch you at the next party
The place where we go to forget all this we know
of these wonderful truths we behold