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.. .