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 fucking bad On all fours kissing so much ass 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