Classic rock radio spewing out
All the tired old cliches
And trite words of wisdom about freedom
And living on the edge
And as dumb as it may sound
Right now, it's all I want to hear
The soundtrack to my stroll around this town
This town
This one's for all the friends, the neurotic
The pot smokers, in my forcefield
I just brush off, your sycophants, your backstabbers
I got my own people
In my forcefield, in my forcefield
Call your local politician
'Cause I know all the good spots to take a whizz out here
And I've been loitering, since I have learned to walk
Places where we used to go, kick trash cans and play card games
Tumbling down from idlers' heaven 'round this town
I'm late for the show
Line check, then let's roll
Bowl of rice on the boat
Same set for the same 5 friends
And I love it
And I love it
Rushed, unfazed
Unbrushed, unkept, anxious
Beatnik, cynical prick
Dumbass, jackass
I sing this one
For all the friends, the neurotic
The pot smokers, in my forcefield
I'll just brush off
Your sycophants, your backstabbers
I got my own people
In my forcefield