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