He's a well -respected son of a bitch,
but he ain't no friend of mine
Say, he ain't no friend of mine
He goes to work every morning,
A model citizen, everybody loves him
But he's not a friend of mine,
but he's not a friend of mine
When I see him on the street
Looking down at the hippie freaks
Selling out his twisted soul
And I can't take it anymore
Anti -establishment blues
Anti -establishment blues
Anti -establishment blues
I used to dream every morning
Till I wasted my last dime
Convention slapped me in the face
Yeah, but I'll bring down the man
Well, his name is Philip Faber
Put a bullet through his brain
Well, I guess he was so loved and admired
It drove him bright insane
Yeah, the blues are the one to blame
When I saw him on the street
I guess he knew he was on his knees
Selling out his twisted soul
And he couldn't take it anymore
Anti -establishment blues
Anti -establishment blues
Try to get you on their side
It's a price they'll make you pay
Bills coming in every day
You can just keep living lies
It's your choice if you abide
But if you run, they'll find you
Anti -establishment blues
Anti -establishment blues
And he established the blues
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