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
   I can't count the ones I've known
   Who fell right into line
   Now they walk around with their heads hung down
   They've 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
   'Cause 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