If you trim yourself to fit the world
Friend, let me tell you what
You'll be a pile of shavings
I could change to fit his world
Well, this is what I tell 'em
But I just ain't that kind
If you trim yourself to fit the world
When they put you in your grave
The devil's always buying
You'll whittle yourself away
Before you compromise your stand
When I tell 'em where to go
I'm the black sheep of the fold
So before you sign that dotted line
Or do something that you'd rather not
That you sold yourself so cheap
So it sure does raise a flag
If you trim yourself to fit the world
Just a little here and a little there
And I can't count the ones I've known
If you trim yourself to fit the world
For that rebel in my soul
I'm willing to bet that you'll soon regret
You'll whittle yourself away
Just a little here and a little there
Till you won't know yourself
Now they walk around with their heads hung down
If you trim yourself to fit the world
If you trim yourself to fit the world
You'll whittle yourself away
Who fell right into line
They got no piece of mind
If you trim yourself to fit the world
You'll be a pile of shavings
There won't be nothin' left
Some sell their soul for the easy road
You can't hear your conscience speak
Till you won't know yourself
When some phony carbon copy says
Don't let the crowd get so loud
There won't be nothin' left
When they put you in your grave
Just a little here and a little there
When they put you in your grave
You'll be a pile of shavings
There won't be nothin' left
Till you won't know yourself
