I'm twenty-two and I live at home
And I hate my shitty job and shitty wage.
I feel like I need an attitude adjustment.
When the transformation's over you can see it on my face.
Grow a beard and a 'stache.
Move out to the woods.
Do the H.D. Thoreau-thing and start feeling good.
Disconnect the phones and sever all the credit cards.
You hate the options they present to you
And everything is owned by someone lame.
Here's a lesson how to deal with corporatization:
Stick it to the man because the man don't own your face.
Grow a beard and a 'stache.
Move out to the woods.
Do the H.D. Thoreau-thing and start feeling good.
Disconnect the phones and sever all the credit cards.
You say they're not much different then me.
I disagree. They're buying 200-dollar designer jeans.
They drink martinis. I can't afford a shot of whiskey.
The joke's on everyone but me.
My beard of defiance X1000!
Take back the beard! Take back the world!
