How many more times can the Grateful Dead play their set
How much longer before they o.d. and we see them dead
Long greasy hair , tye-dyed shirt wearing waste
All part of the Sixties retro-fashion parade
Tune in and tune out , what a fuckin' waste
Peace , love , and anarchy , give me a fuckin' break
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The Sixties are over , now they 're good and dead
Stop your Sixties retro , bell bottoms make us sick
Fill your head with drugs until your mind just can 't think
Stuff your fuckin' drugs , it's beer I 'd rather drink
Look at your hair , look at our stare , you 're the victim tonight
The boot goes in , it 's just a sin , your friends are nowhere insight
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