Who

needs

day-

glo?

hey

not

me!

Twen-

ty

se-

ven

mo-

rons

li-

ving

on

a tree

Peace

sym-

bols,

cheap,

phony

dime

store

beads

Half

the

time

flip-

pin

out

on

L

s

d

Ad-

vo-

cate

non-

vio-

len-

ce

you

don't

know

how

to fight

Stu-

pid

u-

nob-

jec-

tive

cause

you

Think

you're

al-

ways

right

you'll

go

from

Beat-

nik

to

yup-

pie

in

The

blink

of

an

eye

can't

Think

for

your-

self

cause

you'-

re

Al-

ways

fuc-

kin

high

Peace-

yeah

smoke

pot

That's

the

way

man

We

all

love

each

o-

ther,

that's

the

Way

the

world

was

planned

Wake

up,

smell

the

Cof-

fee

man

you're

on

cloud

three

You're

no-

thing

but

a

di-

rty

smel-

ly

cum-

bag

hip-

pie