For what it's worth,
The Man might always win,
but the People have the last laugh.

The streets might clog with protests,
and fire might burn an eye,
but there will always be apple pie at Grans.

March to work
fight for food
kill for love (obsession)
die for fun

Run run as fast as you can,
fighting to be with the band,
running from the government
keeping your eyes behind you in case a paycheck catches up

Fuck the world I'm an american
but California can drop into the sea
The world is all one,
but everyone keep their problems to themselves

For what it's worth,
It's a sophisticated mess,
the press a dress for problems,
policy a crutch

Who needs the generation who doesn't know it's name,
go back to our parents, Nixon had it figured out -
cheat our way to happiness, complain when it goes right

keep our enemies imagined,
so friends seem less dangerous,

Dream on Dream on Dream on
roll a cigarette at the no smoking sign
Find a time to tell a shadow of the truth,

and open your jaded story with
For what it isn't worth.

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