So what? He can fly any flag he wants.
How about a freak flag flying high?
If 6 Was 9
by Jimi Hendrix (1967)
If all the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don’t care, I don’t care.
Dig, cause I got my own world to live through
And I ain’t gonna copy you.
White-collar conservatives flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me.
Pretty soon their kind will drop and die,
But I’m gonna wave my freak flag high. .. High!
Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me
Go on, mister Businessman,
You can’t dress like me.
Nobody knows what I’m talking about
I’ve got my own life to live
I’m the one that’s gotta die
When it’s time for me to die
So let me live my life the way I want to.
How about a freak flag flying high?
If 6 Was 9
by Jimi Hendrix (1967)
If all the hippies cut off all their hair,
I don’t care, I don’t care.
Dig, cause I got my own world to live through
And I ain’t gonna copy you.
White-collar conservatives flashing down the street
Pointing their plastic finger at me.
Pretty soon their kind will drop and die,
But I’m gonna wave my freak flag high. .. High!
Fall mountains, just don’t fall on me
Go on, mister Businessman,
You can’t dress like me.
Nobody knows what I’m talking about
I’ve got my own life to live
I’m the one that’s gotta die
When it’s time for me to die
So let me live my life the way I want to.