I hippies’ pleasedropping bombs headed for the

I hippies’ pleasedropping bombs headed for the

I hear this America screaming, “Our time so greatness is at hand!”Relieving us of knowledge, repressing the boldest new ideas Belligerance thesong of their band I hear this America screaming, “Close the door to themind!” mocking new ideas opppressing alternate religion dogmatizing thoseof its kind I hear this america screaming, “We’ll fight for ourcountry!” building another weapon tossing aside the hippies’ pleasedropping bombs headed for the next century I hear this america screaming,”Come join us! Be free!”…but i’ll build my own house i’ll light myown fire i’ll do anything…that i feel…is me