It's the beat while you dance
When you drink through the night
After your boss made you blind
Music's an art to consume
$0.99 cent menu
A disposable muse
Meant to deter, but not to confuse

For music's of a lower life
Created by those who couldn't decide
To lease or to buy, if the hair color's right
When all the hippies died
Music will be, what it is meant to be
A product to sell by a marketing team
Still those who choose not to Starbucks their soul
Will not live misery for I do believe
For a box for a home greatly defeats
What they have to offer me

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Fuckin' Hippies song meanings
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