You were looking down at them, they were looking down at you
You were starched and pressed, they were all disheveled
They were holding hands, They were ragamuffins and they said,
"I know we're not fancy but we're on the same level.
We've got plans, big plans! We're gonna change the world.
All you care about is dollars, that doesn't make sense
All you do is hit snooze, watch the news, buy shoes, drink booze,
make money feel spent and
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day after day after day."

Then you look at them without batting an eye and say,
"Hey little hippie, let your freak flag fly.
Why don't you go smoke a bowl in your best tie-dye?
Get a tattoo of a dancing bear holding a peace sign.
You can talk the talk but when it comes to real change,
are you and all your little friends exactly the same?
You sit around in potlucks, pointing fingers, placing blame.
Drinking kombucha and eating tempeh and
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day, it's the same shit
Day after day after day after day after day."

If you are judging them while they are judging you
and you think that makes them assholes, maybe you're an asshole too.
Do we argue with each other until we both turn blue or
find similarities in what we like and what we do?
Yeah, just because someone does not look like me,
doesn't mean they are a clone or a sheep.
Maybe they like their job and they're living their dream,
and they love their friends and their family.
Yeah, some people thrive between nine and five,
and feel like they're choking if their neck's not tied.
And some people feel as if they're gonna die if
their seams aren't straight and their shoes not tied.
Some people like business, some people like numbers
Some people grow organic heirloom cucumbers.
And only feel free with their hands in the dirt,
in a pair of old jeans and their favorite t-shirt.
Some people feel enslaved when they have a boss,
some people without one feel totally lost.

To make this world work, it takes all different kinds.
We all have different tastes, different strengths, different minds.
So it doesn't make sense to generalize,
and it doesn't make sense to judge with our eyes.
We need more compassion, we need to be kind.
If you open your heart, you might like what you find.
'Cause there are some nice bus drivers, and there's some mean bus drivers.
And there's some nice cops in Madison, Wisconsin.
And there's some nice teachers, and there's some mean teachers.
Just because you got a mean teacher doesn't mean all teachers suck.
And no one is nice all the time, no one is mean all the time.
Think about what someone's going through that's making them be mean to you.
Like maybe their pet gerbil died and they are really sad inside,
or maybe they got in a fight with someone that they really liked.
Or maybe they are really shy, don't know how to socialize.
May just want to run and hide, not saying that it's justified.
But if we learn to empathize, the resentments will vaporize.
Situations metamorphize before our very eyes.
Then the need to stereotype will become outdated
when we realize that everyone is really complicated.
We are all so complicated.
We are all so complicated.
I am also complicated.
I am also complicated.

I'm a black mom, a lactivist, a home-owning punk.
It's been over a decade since the last time I got drunk.
I drive a mini-van, and I've got junk in the trunk.
I think Danny DeVito is a total hunk.
I like revisiting the shit my therapist helps me remember.
Being friends with someone for a long time, still not knowing their gender.
I fight for equal rights, and I fight for inner peace.
And I pray to the dead for the gratitude I need.
I've got chickens in my backyard and a little garden plot.
I really hate commercials but I got a slap-chop.
'Cause I'm a sucker for a remix, let me tell you what.
By the time that I am finished, you are gonna love these nuts.
I'm a little bit pop culture, a lot bit DIY,
I don't know the definition of TMI.
I write poems about my period, post pictures of my log,
if you don't like body functions, you shouldn't read my blog.
My husband's a musician from the mountains in France,
he wrote me a song, we did interpretive dance,
Then he knocked me up, now we have the coolest kid,
Yeah, hooking up with him's the smartest thing I ever did.
And I feel like I can fly when I'm on roller skates,
I get a little high when I eat dried dates,
I feel like I'm unloading when I'm loading up the car.
I feel like I'm exploding when I'm holding my guitar.
I don't understand what numbers have to do with success
Or what sales have to do with happiness.
Unless they're the kind of sails that will carry me to sea,
Where my grandma and grandpa are waiting for me.
I never thought I'd make it to 25, now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive.
If I ever need a tour bus, I'm still gonna drive,
'Cause I looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
Looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
Yeah, looking out the windshield as the world goes by.
Now I'm 37 and I'm glad that I'm alive
And I like looking out the windshield as the world goes by.

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