Let's drive into the cotton candy clouds

Toward the mountains similar to oil pastel

Where the water color brush grows atop dirt mounds

Let's leave this city built by Matel

Buildings of Lego blocks

And plastic people in them

Dumb as rocks

With a painted on grin

Where culture is defined by some splattered paint

Where casinos are a sad excuse for art

People are spending based on how much they drank

And we have big business owners to thank

Consumer culture

Must have more

Behaving like vultures

Over a sell-out store

Let's leave this place

Let's pack up and go

You and me in a race

Let's live and be free there's so much to know

Oh the things we'll learn

Oh how we'll grow

Oh but please don't let me turn

Into a "good for nothing hippie, shit show"