Latching onto the crowd They never ever did it that way Guided by a brainwave Follow the light shunned by the herd All the postures being played So many proud do it that way Coppin' on the new rave After the fact a bit too late They want to fit in so f**ing bad On all fours kissing so much a** But the true will stick it through Not fit in So be it You can call some insane But some use choice and do it their way With a message to prey Unity power within their range Wounded in a fight Better off dead and save your face Too many on a straight wave On a sick path, a clueless trace Not fit in So be it