i imagined i was a hippy with long black flowing hair
smoking on a joint in the marajuahana air
trippping out on mushrooms at the hippy fair
seeing lots of things that really were not there.

living in tent travelling everywhere.
wearing lots of flowers all around my hair
thinking of the freedom a hippy life could bring
strumming my guitar as i begin to sing.
this was just imagined how it was before
now all the peace has gone nothing now but war.