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Showing posts with label hippies. Show all posts

Monday, September 10, 2012

LIFE HAS A WAY




Buncha doped up hippies
beatin' on their drums...
Buncha drunken rednecks
beatin' on their women!

Buncha doped up hippies
dancin' in the street...
Buncha drunken rednecks
PEEING in the street!

Buncha doped up hippies
hitting you up for spare change...
Buncha drunken rednecks
hitting you UPSIDE THE HEAD!

Buncha doped up hippies
could greatly benefit from higher consciousness...
Buncha drunken rednecks
could greatly benefit from higher IQ.

Buncha doped up hippies
face down in the potato salad...
Buncha drunken rednecks
face down in the potato salad!!

Life has a way
of ironing out
the little differences
between us.






Monday, September 13, 2010

LIFE HAS A WAY


















Buncha doped up hippies
beatin' on their drums...
Buncha drunken rednecks
beatin' on their WOMEN

Buncha doped up hippies
dancing in the street...
Buncha drunken rednecks
PEEING in the street

Buncha doped up hippies
hitting you up for spare change...
Buncha drunken rednecks
hitting you UPSIDE THE HEAD

Buncha doped up hippies
having sex like animals...
Buncha drunken up rednecks
having sex WITH animals

Buncha doped up hippies
could greatly benefit from higher consciousness...
Buncha drunken rednecks
could greatly benefit from higher IQ

Buncha doped up hippies
face down in the potato salad...
Buncha drunken rednecks
FACE DOWN IN THE POTATO SALAD!

Life has a way
of ironing out
the little differences
between us


Tuesday, June 15, 2010

STILL WAITING
























Been sittin round drinkin
and just got to to thinkin
bout what I got and what I ain't
and why I don't just go home
but sure as I do I'll miss it...
cause I'm still waiting for The Revolution

Now I ain't got fifteen hippies
sleepin on my floor
and a couple others tryin to crawl in through the window
and some chick I never seen before
in my shower when I get up to take a leak
all laughin and pokin fun at me
for havin a JOB I go to in the mornings

And I ain't got no sweet young thing
that I call my old lady
but I got an old lady
that I call my old lady
and I ain't got hair
growin down to my ass
but I got some on it...
and I'm still waiting for The Revolution

Ain't got two fingers to flash y'all the peace sign
but I got one in the middle
that seems to work better these days
and I ain't feedin my head
or listenin to The Dead
but I'm livin the high life just the same
thanks to Mr. Miller...
still waiting for The Revolution

And there's no Tricky Dick
to sell me a used car
or that phony war to tug at my gut
There was only Slick Willie
who didn't inhale
still pullin our leg...
still waiting for The Revolution

No Gil Scott-Herron spittin angry words
goin round and round on my turntable
the closest to you-know-what he ever got
and my giant Stokely Carmichael poster
is off the wall
but aren't we all
and I ain't got no Jimi or Janis
or Ten Years After
but now its like FORTY years after
and here I sit...
still waiting for The Revolution

Now I know I had my mojo workin
at one time or another
but I think the batteries went dead
and it's probably just as well
cause nobody wants to make it anymore
at the drop of a hat
but lots of folks are willin to pass theirs around
if I'll just put somethin in it...
still waiting for The Revolution


And maybe I did lose a few billion
brain cells somewhere along the way
and maybe my personality's a little wooden
but I'm no dummy
cause there's somethin in those youthful eyes
I think I recognize
you with the dreadlocks
and your little friend with the nipples
grandstanding beneath her shirt
yeah
it's that look that's more hopeful than wise
cause I can see that you
are waiting for The Revolution too