Get high underneath the branches of trees
We'll see who can blow the best circle
I don't like the wind, it makes me feel small

I got a piece of paper, says your name on it
If you want it, or I'll burn it up we'll say fuck

Fuck the man, yeah we'll say fuck the plans made for us
Fuck the people who make us feel small

They got market forces, logic on their side
I got the feeling of being alive

Won't you kill the machine for a dollar? A collar, like a dog
'Cause I'll call her if she wants my cock
But that's not what I mean, it's not what I mean

Fuck the man, yeah we'll say fuck the plans made for us
Fuck the people who make us feel small

For a penny, maybe little Jenny will grow up big and strong
But she won't go to private school and go to Harvard law
They say she's fucked, I say she's fuckin' free

Fuck the man, yeah we'll say fuck the plans made for us
Fuck the people who make us feel small

Won't you kill the machine for a dollar? A collar, like a dog
'Cause I'll call her if she wants my cock
And I mean it, I really fucking mean it
Fuck you all

And we all write our hippy songs, yeah we all write our hippy songs yeah
And we all write our hippy songs, yeah we all write our hippy songs yeah

And we all write our hippy songs, yeah we all write our hippy songs yeah
And we all write our hippy songs, yeah we all write our hippy songs yeah