Well there a man looks out his window
From his Oklahoma home that's been trapping him inside
Sometimes he wishes he could just pick up and go
But he's too proud of what he owns and he won't swallow his pride, oh
In the hills of San Francisco
There's a dirty little shit, or at least in his father's eyes
And he won't play his old man's games of superficial and sacrifice
Because he knows there's more to life than just working to survive
So fuck your car and fuck your fancy shoes
I'm not gonna do one damn thing that you tell me to
You say that I'm unfit to join your band of hypocrites, but this so
Called dirtbag kid just sees a zoo
Now empty memories just litter the floor
As a man disconnects from what he had, who he was before
A hint of jealousy, and itch he can't ignore buries the world that he built
In fantasies of something more
Well I don't know
Just how far that kid can go, running down that edge
But the freedom in those hills opened up beneath those wheels seems
A little better than inheriting his dad's regret
So fuck your car and fuck your fancy shoes
I'm not gonna do one damn thing that you tell me to
You say that I'm unfit to join your band of hypocrites, but this so
Called dirtbag kid just sees a zoo
Well old man Jones just went and bought himself a boat
And you look to him with hope that you'll be comfortable someday
But Jones, he knows he's got a couple more years to go
Before retirement repays him for the time he pissed away
Well there's a void pulling you down
That you can't seem to fill with all your toys and business deals
In a world that's bent to suppress the sound
From the cries from your freewill from the cage beneath your bills
So fuck your car and fuck your fancy shoes
I'm not gonna do one damn thing that you tell me to
You say that I'm unfit to join your band of hypocrites, but this so
Called dirtbag kid just sees a zoo