Discipline - The Last of the Hippies lyrics

Sleeping in the parks, playing songs on your guitar Eating lots of flowers, protesting against war Having s** all day and drinking cheap wine Yeah, I bet you guys had a hell of a time Chorus: The last of the Hippies is finally dead He was found in a ditch with tiretracks in his neck The last of the Hippies is finally dead He was found in a tree, a rope around his neck Well, if you think you can still do that today I wish you the best of luck and suggest you start to pray Cause maybe in the sixties you ruled the streets Nowadays, Hippies are something we don't need! ... That we don't need! ... And get those stupid sandals off your feet! Chorus ... Oh yeah, and by the way - I shot Lennon! Today's world has nuthin' more to offer for you Why don't you find yourself a nice little cage in the zoo Because behind bars is where you belong And when you finally die, we'll sing you this song You should be preserved and be put in a jar Skin your face and sell it and sell it as rare art And just to show you that we're human, We won't let you die in pain We'll just feed you to the needs of Mr. Ed Gain