Come on, turn on, tune in, drop out with me
Baby, you need a break so let's just run away
Well, I'm tired of coding Perl and I'm tired of VBA
Maggie throw your law books away
Turn on, tune in, drop out, give up with me
Now picture this
I'm shopping in town for our homemade agrarian fortress
You're texting, "Corian, granite, or tile kitchenette in the gun nest?"
Well we will find a little meadow high up in the Cascades
Baby, we won't ever come down
Turn on, tune in, drop out, give up with me
Turn on, tune in, drop out with me
The whole thing's coming down, so let's just get out of the way
Well I'm not paranoid, there is no conspiracy
But I swear Big Brother's watching me
Turn on, tune in, drop out, give up with me
So you're serving aperitifs to the local survivalist militia
In camouflage you're fine, but the locals still call you Morticia
Well, find a little meadow high up in the Cascades
Baby, we won't ever come down
Turn on, tune in, drop out, give up with me
Buy a little cabin in the Adirondacks
Baby, they'll never find us
Turn on, tune in, drop out, give up with me
Hand stitch out tepee, windy East Mojave
Watching for black helicopters
Turn on, tune in, drop out, give up with me