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I'm just a country boy from a small town
Growin' up near the woods, hear the birds sound out
But lately I've been noticin' the people around
Are looking real sad with their heads turned down

This ain't the folk I know
But when I start wonderin' where did the good times go
I turn on my radio
And put my engine in gear and just go

I play my music real loud with the windows rolled down
'cause I'm afraid of what's inside my mind
DON'T THINK, no I try not to think
I drown my thoughts out with sound
And I, and I, BUY MORE THINGS
Airwaves tell me what to like
And I don't even know that it's happenin' most of the time
Prayin' people in power know best
It's gotta be in my interest I guess

So I forget that what we need could be a manufactured thought forced by global elite
Telling us to dance to relax to sing
To HAVE MORE SEX
And to drink strong drinks
To never spend a moment alone
To always be searching on the cellphone
We scroll in hopes that around the bend could be the feeling of God
BUT IT'S ALL PRETEND

I play my music real loud with the windows rolled down
'cause I'm afraid of what's inside my mind
Don't think, no, I try not to think
I drown my thoughts out with sound
And I, and I, buy more things
Airwaves tell me what to like
And I don't even know that it's happenin' most of the time
Prayin' people in power know best
It's gotta be in my interest, I guess...