If you've ever sipped guinness Through a cigarette filter Or unwittingly taylored your style After the war footing Of your nation's leaders Or wore fatigues in a civilian's way Or fit a hummer Through the narrower streets Downtown, seeking parking On a friday night, Getting lodged in the metal wake, Then that's you. But if you can dance like i do With no grid or arthur Something numbered footprints, If you can walk right out The bike gate of the mccarther bart Like parting leaves to make a path And don't look back Or feel bad Or speed up when they call after you, Then we Share a foam fist In the nose bleeds At the freaking circus. If you've ever sipped guinness Through a cigarette filter Or wore fatigues In a civilian's way If you've got a chain around Your license plate Or cosmetic gold teeth, I don't know you. If you wear first hand clothes And get your hair cut By somebody you don't know, I'm below you.