Label me a hippy or a CEO Hard-rocking, tick-toking, red neck, bro American Soviet UFO Know me for the love I show When I picked you up when you were feeling low All and all we’re average Joes Work hard, party hard, get hard Learn about hard living, hard times, good crimes Learn about a gift given and taken away It’s time to redesign our hate Jeez Louise Negative Nancies We can live in better ways Better ways Better ways Better ways Better ways Better ways Don’t naysay Don’t naysay Better ways Better ways

No hesitation, forget the complication How good it feels just to be Drinking and I’m kicked back, 30 rack in the hatchback Tunes busting from the jet black stereo, shotgun stereo I’m just here and I just am You’re peanut butter and I am jam I feel a beat within my heart Don’t know the end just know the start And how clever you remark hits my flint and shoots a spark And now there’s this flame that even rain can’t contain Everything falls into place There’s no day or time to waste Letting memories marinate Oh you know I won’t wait Midnight back rub watching scrubs turning up Feeling right for tonight We’re impaired in humid air River current on our feet Heartbeats and slurring speech Lightning bugs along the beach We were there bare without a care Young and sunburnt from summer glare Feeling like millionaires Everything falls into place There’s no day or time to waste Letting memories marinate Oh you know I won’t wait

What’s on my mind? Somedays are long Somedays are quick, the money’s gone, the money’s thick Everything goes but friends persist Happiness has a twist, yeah, we know the catalyst Even sweethearts are hazardous Least there’s eggs, bagel swiss for breakfast Take a van to the glory lands bumping awesome bands Getting goggle tans, yeah man, that’s a good game plan Mountainside, cityside, nationwide good time Yeah, we watch the sunrise and we improvise Enter lives on the fly I try to spend this life on the upside A million things went wrong And a billion things went right Sunshine stings Sunburns my arms With windows down And stereo’s cranked til my ears ring That free feeling We raise the ceiling And we fall to concrete, yeah We raise the ceiling That’s the way it’s gotta be Call it bittersweet Can’t be muscle dude Or big hair doo Or skull tattoo Blacked out on booze with a fired fuse Everyone has a thousand different screws Nothing to lose Rivers and roads to cruise Nothing to lose Rivers and roads to cruise It’s a bittersweet blues

Things in full swing, seasons change, birdies sing Morning harmonies on the calm glass pond Moose responds in yawns Folk songs, they dwindle in the dawn Sunrise, the spy, takes the shift of night sky Clocking in again for his friend The time we spend is unforgotten Red pine trees tall with leaves that glide along the mountain side My crew in for the ride above the clouds we gaze worldwide Staying on the upside, friends we stay beside we are allied Into thrills not keeping time, rock to rock with muddy socks Another walk and laugh unlocked Another block or crossed sidewalk Mountain rocks or graffitied rooftops Wearing wool socks or converse high-tops If you want flowers from a cactus, Put the ideal into practice What would be the point if it all were automatic? Take that static from your attic And soon there will bloom a flowered cactus My ears are clear of arguments and busy streets Busy men who claim their life complete But they only live to compete I am just who I am, don’t give two damns for Uncle Sam Never trusted spam or any man Who came to me contained in a packaged can This continuous energy powering my circuitry My eyes gaze the endless blue, I’ll never reach the end of you So why be forced to settle in? Take the time to find what is within And reach into the wind without an artificial skin It makes zero sense why we’re here We only have so many years So let us face avoided fears And sail the ship far from the pier Sail the ship far from the pier Pioneer the hemisphere

All the new cars are box-shaped and gray Not meant for dirt roads or donuts I’m out of place I was raw as smoke Now I’m voice filtering I found my love but there’s no openings What am I then? I’m what you want me to be. Whatever’s clever, whatever the weather You own my name and you own me I won’t camouflage with you I won’t camouflage with you I won’t camouflage with you I won’t camouflage with you Happiness is furniture I’ll buy a brand new window shade My internship is unpaid, no way! The baby boomers pseudo-blame Can I buy depression? Maybe I’ll sell out, hey! I could be your boy band, your hot damn Your sex sells, your white walled office space No way will I camouflage with you Will I camouflage with you Will I camouflage with you Will I camouflage with you I rather burn out then fade away an ash gray Dead face of me, rat race, head case, I’m singing my way No way will I camouflage with you Will I camouflage with you Will I camouflage with you Will I camouflage with you

Soft ground in the springtime Bare feet on the alpine Sundress on a grass-bed Head sped with american meds Burned red Sun overhead Grooving to a rock band Dancing with a beer can Warm breeze and warm hands I’m feeling lifted Luck must’ve shifted Right on Right on Birds singing songs Grills on the lawns She walks in my tee-shirt when the morning yawns Right on, right on, right on She likes the little dipper She likes the big spoon She likes cleaning litter Cause she thinks earth is doomed Time zooms Drunk panorama On the full moon Walking without compass Dashing to the next bash Forgetting the hourglass Living fast Facers smash Disposable flash

Straight out of Canton Crazy motherfucker named John Rawl Fin to take over the world like Ron Paul Driving to SLU was cool, but a long haul 7 hours later and my (something) Flow tight like dread locks Don’t hit the cell I’m at lunch with Prez Fox Don’t do cocaine But we got the best rocks So many ideas that I deserve to give a Ted Talk In the classroom, I am engaged Notes so neat that they pop off the page Down on West Street like I’m just trying to rage If you’re trying to test me, I’ll make fun of your face Straight out of Canton Crazy motherfucker named Fly Let my rhymes infiltrate your soul, body and mind Feel that tingle down your spine that’s my ice cold flow If you’re from the North Country than you already know Getting loco in the noco shots of rum mixed with the coco Sorry slow poke with the higher learning with the strong smoke Let me take a breather cause I’m a beat eater I always speak the truth converting all the disbelievers You think your crew is bad Well we’re the sinning saints Slaying honeys, schooling dummies at a different rate Everybody knows Clarkson fucking blows Like the greek life hoes putting up their nose If you gots to know Listen to my prose Straight off the dome I let all the people know Success is simply not distress Cause if you always do your best then fuck the rest It’s the North Country swag that equates to gold And everybody knows the saints got so much soul So if you’re ready to roll or pass a bowl Hop up in my horse and buggy and be ready to roll Straight out of Canton Woke up I was in Dana bunch I was hunched over with my face in Captain Crunch Last thing I remember I was buying a fat slice Of lavender at Nature Foods: a gangster’s paradise Don’t want the dollar menu, I go to Java Venue We got chips, salsa, coffee, and peppers to lend to ya We can roll dice, burn money, get honeys Fireball, mountain brew, 40s (money) Adirondack swag, we roll into the pub Move I need grub, this ain’t P Diddy’s club Hitting up that North Star and andwich bar Mow down and light cigars in my pimped out car Cha Ching, rolling to the rope swing Gangsters around a fire, ain’t nothing but a G thing Later on, I’m crunk like Lil’ Jon Security’s in my grill cause I’m peeing on the lawn Jeez Gangster Steve that’s a $250 Cuffs please, this G needs transporting Amish rolled up. Where’s the ambulance? Dude this is it! Pull up your pants! I’m riding with some horses, so baller, popped collar, Throwing dollars, I’m a scholar, amish biddies screaming holla’ So clever whatever in a sweater gangsta weather cheeseball cheddar My band’s bumping, bass thumping, nothing better Shit, you know, it’s all in good fun Gang banging streets of Canton

I tossed myself into a wishing well A long and doubtful dream Oh, the suits they sell It ain’t hard to tell Who shoots a fake vaccine Now my bruises swell Stolen marrow cells Drowning in caffeine Patchy trampoline And the sun is screened Rotten jellybean Static TV screen Even the smoothest birds knock dizzy in the wind Weathervane spins changing directions Against the wind It’s a patchy kite In fluorescent light Working stale tile floor Bagging a life and checking on out What is she working for? Salmon swims At stagnant ends Lost destination A halting stop Spirit rot Doesn’t matter if You used to rock Even the smoothest birds fly dizzy in the wind Weathervane spins changing directions Against the wind