Getaway Car

This is to you, my 90s pseudo-hippie
To mock your not-so-well thought-out plans for a world peace
Smoking weed in your basement, grooving out to Jerry
Show you where you can stick those fucking fat love beads

Got a problem with the Tao Te Ching
And peace entirely through positive thinking
The revolution's televised, can't you see?
With your own glossy morality from Seventeen

Got a problem with the dancing bear stickers, too
On the bumpers of BMWs
Preaching love seems like the thing to do
As long as tomorrow you can go back to being

Commercial hippie
Co-ed naked jerk
Take off those Birkenstocks
Get your feet in the dirt
Can't you see the exposed futility?
Taking your orders from MTV

Commercial hippie, stay away from me
With your fucking [?]
I don't wanna know any of that stuff
Get it outta my face, put it in your muff