All lyrics, instrumental composition, bass line, and images by Full Karen
Lyrics below…
You’ve got no power over me. I’ll generate my own.
Find myself a piece of land, and build my own home.
So banks but no banks, no interest in your credit.
I’ll invest in the tangible, not becoming indebted.
If you lease to own your home, then you might as well rent it.
If I find the need for something I don’t have, then I’ll invent it.
The mother of invention when independence is intentional.
Not meant to be vendible by design I’m not conventional.
My will is not bendable, all fences are mendable.
sometimes you’ll find that a burnt bridge can be commendable.
When gap jumps are sendable you can call me Senderella.
Those who know that I drop flow, all hold up their umbrella.
The water bearer raining down, on all your parades and festivals.
I’ll be out standing in my field till the crops yield me vegetables.
More digestible, then your questionable chemicals. I’m skeptical.
Even if my views, according to you are unacceptable.
not your kid
doing what I’m told
off the grid.
out of control.
I slam your glam and glitter, the bitter fire wood splitter.
When it all hits the shitter, I’ll be that off gridder critter.
The black coffee for your fritter, made with dandelion roots.
I use natural substitutes with medicinal attributes.
Think local when you can’t import it, if it’s out of season.
It’s the reason, I steep pine needle, my vitamin C’s in.
While you squeeze out, your imports, sprayed so cancerous.
Poison and cancel us, Monsanto’s won’t answer this.
Scandalous polluting liars, in denial of their factories.
Producing everything organically is much more satisfactory.
You can keep your crickets and I’ll pick mine out the thickets.
I got beef with your beyond meat, I’ll tell you where to stick it.
Can I kick it? Like your ass off of my property.
My house it’s my rules. Send you packing properly.
No neighbors to complain and no one to call the cops on me.
You couldn’t stop my shit, if I thought you brought a colostomy.
Not your kid
Doing what I’m told
Off the grid.
Out of control.
I keep my house in order, how about you?
It’s the government that bit off, much more then it could chew.
Girls scouts and brownies can stop trying to track me.
A super secret squirrel, with the whole world trying to hack me
I don’t steal from you, or compete for what you need.
If you want a piece of my pie, I’m a stone that won’t bleed.
Indeed I’m not your average girl, much stronger then your fiance.
The survivor, that will last, even longer, then Beyonce.
Most your dads and your moms say, the status quo is acceptable.
I throw that trash talk straight in the receptacle.
It’s detestably contestable, like all conformity.
Coming aboard me, storming my shores like Normandy.
Critical thought informing me, doomsday clock alarming me.
Prepared to stand my ground, self defensively arming me.
For me don’t be concerned, I’m just an isolationist.
Avoiding all polarized, divisive sensationalists.
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