Standing On Higher Ground

I hit several yard sales yesterday and met lots of DIFFERENT folks. I have come to the conclusion that folks ... are folks. No matter where you go, There you fucking ARE. uh ... and there THEY are, too. Folks is just folks, try'na get by. Everywhere, they're Summer, folks. SOME are okay and SOME ... well, I'm tryin' REAL hard to not be like. Nah'me? Dig ....

If I had a mind to
I wouldn't want to think like you
And if I had time to
I wouldn't want to talk to you

I don't care
What you do
I wouldn't want to be like you

If I was high class
I wouldn't need a buck to pass
And if I was a fall guy
I wouldn't need no alibi...

I don't care
What you do
I wouldn't want to be like you

Back on the bottom line
Diggin' for a lousy dime
If I hit a mother lode
I'd cover anything that showed

I don't care
What you do
I wouldn't want to be like you
I don't care
What you do...
I wouldn't wanna
I wouldn't want to be like you
I wouldn't want to be like you I know the truth
But I can't say
And I have to turn my head
And look the other way

I'm not afraid
And I won't lie
As long as I see no wrong
I won't need to testify

I see the world
And I'm looking from a high place
Way above it all
Standing on higher ground

I breathe the air
While they're running in a rat
race
Way above it all
Standing on higher ground

I feel the blow
But I don't speak
And I have to close my eyes
Pretending I'm asleep

Well I see the tears
But I don't cry
As long as I do no wrong
I don't need an alibi

I see the world
And I'm looking from a high place
Way above it all
Standing on higher ground

I breathe the air
While they're running in a rat
race
Way above it all
Standing on higher ground