I’ve been so strung up lately,
I hardly know what to do,
My silly problems are
Creeping up finally,
Human error, bureaucracy too.
All this trouble is making me weary,
This situation just seems so strange,
I see my goals so clearly,
For how many more weeks must papers be arranged
Before I get the answers I want?
I never meant to mock authority,
Who judges the freedom I flaunt?
My mistake was living so freely,
Now I haven’t got a friend that can hold a pen,
Sign a paper to set me free again.
Why oh why, poor old me,
No I don't really take this seriously,
Fuck the white man,
My oh my would you look at that sky?
Look at all the clouds, just blowing by.