Christian Zucconi - Hippy Hill lyrics

I'd rather be the dying than the rising sun Yeah, I'd rather leave my spirit for everyone I'd rather be the dying than the rising sun Yeah, I'd rather leave my spirit for everyone So come sit at my table Yeah, come sit at my table Yeah, I'd rather be a hippie than a hipster, what? Yeah, I'd rather be grooving than grinding on Yeah, I'd rather be a hippie than a hipster, what? Yeah, I'd rather leave my spirit for everyone So, come sit at my table Yeah, come sit at my table Show and Tell You're stuck on Hippie Hill Yeah, are we here? My friendly hand is here I'd rather be the dying than the rising sun I'd rather be the dying than the rising sun I'd rather be the dying than the rising sun I'd rather be the dying than the rising sun So come sit at my table Yeah, come sit at my table Yeah, come sit at my table Yeah, come sit at my table