Now you might say I’m paranoid, smokin’ too much chronic

But third act of the play it’s fair avoidin’ too much electronics

Now I’m not saying I believe the guy on the teevee can see me

But most transmitters do receive, regardless of tinfoil beanies

They’ve got monitors for email and listen in on conversations

Say they’re on to pre-derail terroristic altercations

But I don’t know, it don’t seem right, and I don’t think I need ‘em

To run my show and light my lights and give or take my freedom

So I’m off to the hills, make my way, pack up my cart, I’ll be gone soon

I’m through with these bills that I’ve gotta pay—I’m off to start up a commune!

Yeah, I’ll make that bid for all to see

Of off-the-grid autonomy!

We’ll have solar cells and wind turbines, river power and relay switches

Dig our own wells and go off-line, water towers and drainage ditches

Gettin’ a hold on what we give and what we get

Buying our own souls for the price of our sweat

It’ll be so nice—mind-body integration

Where the meaning of life is in the celebration!

We’ll have dancing hippies and full moon drummin’

Feelin’ all trippy and git-tar strummin’

Lowdown hoedowns Motown showdowns

And later when there’s no sound the talking stick can go ‘round

We’ll find rivers we can row down for camping in the low ground

And in that summer season slowdown we’ll have fields of hay to mow down

We’ll be giving and receiving the blessings of the Mother

Living and believing the lessons of each other

Applying what we know and never fearing labor

Reaping what we sow and savoring the flavor

Then sock in for the cold, chop wood for the burner

Maybe leaf through one ‘them old-timey page turners

Stoke the fire, pet the dog,

Maybe get a little tired, saw a couple logs

I’ll do as I please, no bosses to lurk…

Oh, shit! Where’s my keys? I’m late for work!