Square Headed People

Square headed people
Just won't let me be, oh
Square headed people
Lord, they just won't, just won't let me be
I've been running all my life
Hoping they don't catch up with me

No matter where I go
They keep on, keep on chasing me
No matter where I go
They keep on, keep on chasing me
I've been running all my life
Hoping they don't catch up with me

They sit in their golden cage
Try to hide, now it should be free
And they have the nerve to ask me
"Would you rather be like me?
Would you rather be like me, babe?
Would you rather be like me?"

I don't need your kind
I don't care to be like them
I don't need your kind, your kind
I don't, I don't care to be like them, be like them
When you're deep down in the ground, Lord
Nobody cares for what you've been