Smoke your pot
Take you're "L"
I don't care

For your sixties hell
I'll be happy
When you od

Then you'll get away from me
The past is gone
So is your brain

With every bong
Less cells remain
Tie-dye shirt

Nappy hair

Cool in the sixties

But don't belong here
Flower child
You're a piece of %#@!

You make me sick
It's in your head
Don't you know

John Lennon's dead
If you died it would be ok
The dead still play