Outside Opinion

So you want to put everybody down
You don't like the way that anybody sounds
You don't like it here then why the fuck you come around?
Got nothing 'bout it to say

Won't waste your time sayin' how long I've been here
If you can't respect the dues I've paid
Your thinking isn't clear
It really shouldn't matter
Should be only what you hear
But I don't think you're listening anymore

[Chorus]
Spent two hundred thousand miles
With my shit packed in a van
The music made us friends
And the love made us a band
If you need an explanation then you'll never understand
This music's just a part of me

Grew up with the outside opinion
An outcast of the inside dominion
Lived my whole life against the grain

It always seemed I was one foot out of step
Never do anything that anyone would accept
If that's someone's fault, I'll take the blame

So now I got a question, where were you in '84?
I'm still touring in a van, sleeping on a strangers' floor
What we do today is what we used to do before
What makes you think we're anything more?

[Chorus]
Spent two hundred thousand miles
[?] inside a van
Played the music that I loved
For those who understand
I just feel the kind of friend
Always take me as who I am
It's always been a part of me

Why wanna ruin it for me?