"Drifter" lyrics

Well, my feet hit the ground without tying my laces
And the train left town without telling the station
And I'm trying to lay low, I'm trying to be faceless
What I got in the trunk there won't be a replacement

But it's the system
They force you all to listen
They influence your mind
And they're blurring all your vision
Indecision, crooked disposition
Come along, and we'll free the ammunition

Now it's about time I've been feeling this way
I've got some dirt on my hands I won't wash it away
Until they catch me, they'll be up lying awake
Isn't this a little fast for the interstate?

But it's the system
They force you all to listen
They influence your mind
And they're blurring all your vision
Indecision, crooked disposition
Come along, and we'll free the ammunition