Hippies never didn't believe
That Love couldn't make the world grow
That the idea would not be conceived
So the war machine had to go

They stuck it in their face
That we're all the human race
And the killing of mankind's brothers
Is a place we shouldn't go

They said hey Mister Man
You running poison in that plan
And we're tired of the rotten run off
Your a chemical war of whores
So we're shutting down your show