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Comin' through the rye

So, here’s to the hippies, it turned out swell!

Those good intentions take the road to hell,

And you can blame it on everyone having too much of a good time.

The counterculture was bought and sold

Then sex drugs and rock n’ roll overdosed,

And you can blame it on everyone having too much of a good time.

 

No, the fame ain’t what it’s cracked up to be, it’s hard to explain, but trust me when I say,

It’s mob rule down at the guillotine, let the heads and the good times roll.

He said all you need is love just try to imagine,

They gave peace a chance, but they killed John Lennon.

You hate him. You love him. You say he had it comin’

Found Paradise Lost on the wrong side of heaven.

 

So, here’s to the tie-dyed Utopian dreams,

But yesterday’s saints make tomorrows thieves,

And you can blame it on everyone having too much of a good time.

If they fooled you once, they can full you twice.

You can’t trust the truth if it’s advertised,

And you can blame it on everyone having too much of a good time.

 

No, the fame it ain’t gonna set you free. a runaway train you’ll chase it anyway.

The falling star and the guillotine, let the heads and the good times roll.

They said all you need is love, just try to imagine,

They gave peace a chance, but they killed John Lennon.

You hate him. You love him. You say he had it comin’

Found Paradise Lost on the wrong side of heaven.

 

Do you, don’t you want me to love you? I’m comin’ down fast, but it’s miles above you.

Tell me, tell me, sell me the answer you may be a lover but you ain’t no dancer.

And the fame is based on a chance you take.

The bargain one makes, the price you’re gonna pay.

The brass-ring blade of the guillotine let the heads and the good times roll.

 

They said all you need is love, just try to imagine,

They gave peace a chance, but they killed John Lennon.

You hate him. You love him. You say he had it comin’

Found Paradise Lost on the wrong side of heaven.