Take my advice
Don t listen to me
It ain t paradise
But it used to be
There was a time
When the river was wide
And the water
came running down
To the rising tide
But the wooden ships
Were just a hippie dream
Just a hippie dream.

Don t bat an eye
Don t waste a word
Don t mention nothin
That could go unheard
Cause the tie-dye sails
Are the screamin sheets
And the dusty trail
Leads to blood
in the streets
And the wooden ships
Are a hippie dream
Capsized in excess
If you know what I mean.

Just because
it s over for you
Don t mean
it s over for me
It s a victory
for the heart
Every time
the music starts
So please
don t kill the machine
Don t kill the machine
Don t kill the machine.

Another flower child
goes to seed
In an ether-filled
room of meat-hooks
It s so ugly
So ugly.

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