Hair Cut

In the midst of a half-hearted demonstration
Of a wits-end defeated proclamation
Of surrender that can benefit only me

In betwixt disinterest and indignation
Feigning fits of unfortuitous fictitious frustration
Falling short of where I never wanted to be anyway

This is the end
Of the nobility
This is the end
Of facundious futility
This is the end
Of being me

I hope they don't make me get a hair cut
I hope they don't make me wear a badge and a pair of khakis
I hope I get away with doing nothing all day
And I hope that I can bring you along with me

'Cos I'm proud to be underqualified,
Overthought and too well-read
to walk their narrow crooked line

I've got better things to do
Than sell my soul for food

One day's labor
For one day's pay
One day of shame
And one life's waste

One day's labor
For one day's pay
One day proclaimed
To be the last one lived this way

But for now I just
Hope they don't make me get a hair cut
Hope they don't make me wear a badge and a pair of khakis
Hope to get away with doing nothing all day
And I hope you'll sing this song with me

'Cos one day's labor
Aint worth just one day's pay
This life should be lived alive
These are not their lives to waste

Just one day's labor
Just one more day's dismay
This is one day I proclaim
That it won't be lived their way

And I hope they don't make me get a hair cut