Letras
These jokers went to Woodstock
Promised peace we could afford
They sold out to the Bloodstock
Put their values to the sword
A billion lanterns snuffed out
We must wait to see the sight
Of a rule book that is preached from
In the fading light
How do I angry or serene
In front of this corporate machine?
Let's hope there is oasis
It's origins so true
A hope yet to be tasted
That includes the me and you
Don't let the fear be paramount
Just treat it like a wound
The pink flesh of humanity
Binds the hopeful tune
We sing the whole way through
How do I angry or serene
In front of this corporate machine?
Hoping this is not the final scene
Or is it somewhere in between?