I see a lot of hippies crying about the flowers in their hair
Walking in their nicely painted houses
With cool-conditioned air
Saying "I've chosen to be happy"
And other little quips from Voltaire
I'm cool-conditioned strategy
With underwhelming flair
Says I work hard for all the money I make
Pay close enough attention they'll even give a little bit away
They work for the branding
They work for the harder for the take
I see them give themselves a little pep-talk right before they take the stage
What a sad dumb game
What a sad dumb game
I see a lotta hippies pushing smoke into the air
Walking into new inflated housing
With cool-conditioned air
Saying "I've chosen to be special"
With a blonde, well-meaning stare
A calculated strategy or an underwhelming prayer
Says I work hard for all the money I make
Pay close enough attention they'll even give a little bit away
They work for the branding
They work for the harder for the take
I see them give themselves a little pep-talk right before they take the stage
What a sad dumb game
What a sad dumb game
What a sad dumb game
What a sad dumb game
