Yeah, sing the song, bro

If the sun refuse to shine
I don't mind
I don't mind
If the mountains fell in the sea
Let it be
It ain't me

'Cause I got my own world to look through
And I ain't gonna copy you

Now if six turned out to be nine
I don't mind
I don't mind
If all the hippies cut off all their hair
I don't care
I don't care, dig

'Cause I got my own world to live through
And I ain't gonna copy you

White collared conservative flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me, huh
They're hoping soon, my kind will drop and die
But I'm gonna wave my freak flag high, high, oh!
Wave on, wave on

Fall mountains, just don't fall on me
Go ahead on, Mr. Businessman, you can't dress like me

...I got my own life to live
I'm the one that's going to die when it's time for me to die
So let me live my life
The way I want to
There
Sing on, brother
Play on, drummer