Becoming One of You
When you were born you were the earth
Uprooted and screaming
Your mind as clear as the ocean
You were ready to be carved

Now there's a lot to be learned
From those first words
Those first steps
Those first thoughts of "Who am I?"
And "Do I belong?"

By third grade you start to feel like
Something’s horribly wrong with you
You know you're all different
But you're taught to fit in

So you try to talk, breathe, dress, act, and think like the others
I will do anything if you will let me be one of you

I just wanted to be
I just wanted to be
I just wanted to be one of you
And as we grew older, I watched you all pretend
To be the same person
Rarely standing for who you really are
Never living your own truth

And all the while, I kept on struggling
To fit in with you fuckers
After all, we’re of the same earth
We're made of the same dirt

You say you're who you wanna be
But tell me, are you happy?
You finally fit in
But only as wheels in the machine

Now you're the ones ripping down
Rainforest trees
To build mahogany desks
On which you fuck
Your pretty little secretaries
Your pretty little secretaries

I just wanted to be
I just wanted to be
I just wanted to be one of you
To make one just like another
To make them all alike

I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be, never wanted to be one of you

I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be one of you
I never wanted to be, never wanted to be one of you

To make one just like another
To make them all alike
All alike
Just like one who's just like another
All alike (All alike, all alike, all alike...)

(All alike, all alike, all alike...)

Mother, wouldn't it be slick if we had an electric ironer?
Like Sally's mother has
Of course it would
And I'm looking forward to having an electric dryer too
Wheee
No matter what the job is
There are machines to take the hard work out of it

There’s no trick to do the wash with this baby
And we can go right on playing cribbage
Automatic, huh?
Oh, you betcha