Cruisin' the Streetz (Interlude)

First thing you know, you own things
A car, for instance
Now your whole life is messed up with a lot more stuff
You get license fees and number plates
And gas, and oil, and taxes, and insurance and identification cards
And letters, and bills, and flat tires, and dents and traffic tickets
And motorcycle cops, and courtrooms, and lawyers, and fines
And a million and other things
And what happens
You're not the free and happy guy you used to be
You gotta have money to pay for all those things
So you go after what the other fellas got
And there you are
You're a helot yourself

Listen Sheriff, a man can stand for so much and no more
Why before the war I drifted and drifted and ran
Always lost in a great big crowd
I hated that crowd
I used to dream about the crowd once in a while
I used to see all those faces scratching and shoving and biting
And then the mist would clear
And somehow all those faces would be me
All me and
All of nothing