We talked of hippies and flowers and rainbows and dope,
Of politics and art and the structure of hope.
Strange nights and days of colours in the air,
Waiting hopelessly for roses by the stair.
As the world showed its affection for those who were faking it,
We got kicked out of school for spreading love and kicked out of home for making it.
This isnt the start of a new era, there isnt even a new plan,
I just hope this one's a little better than the last one