Everything is fucked
But everything is great
And I cant even afford to put food on my plate
But I won't complain
Even though I could
Because I grew my freaking hair out and moved to the woods
And I could talk about how corrupt our government is
But that wouldn't solve too much with all the greedy politicians
Nobody's on your side
Our planet's slowly dying
Now more rapidly I fear
We're on the verge of a new war
But it's still gonna be my year
If you fear the prices rising of services and goods?
Then grow your freaking hair out and move into the woods
Out here it is quiet peaceful, relaxing and serene
I can't even hear the millions voices of scream
Get your own garden
Move with all your closest friends
Grow all your own crops
Stay as long as you like
Until the prices of eggs drops
Some might call it crazy
And you probably should
But still grow your freaking hair out and move into the woods
Cuz we're all gonna die soon!