You say there's nothin' wrong   With the lessons that you're learnin'   The school of the streets   You'll kick next year   Skateboardin' Hollywood and Vine   Yeah      You're a spaced out face in a crowd   You're 17 and shootin'   The cars slow down to check you out   And your tattered freak flag flies   For sale, your habit   Where to? Let's go      I know   Out on the Internet tonight   Deals made   Between the strangers      In green lights   No names   No touch no feel humanity   You and your suicide life      In a Cardboard mansion sleepin'   Out there just beneath the freeway   On a broken bottle carpet   Snorin' now   The Lord of the Universe   Yeah      A hippie called John Henry   A burnt out acid tripper   Yeah, yeah, yeah   A symbol and a brush stroke   And a barstool for a throne   Encino, Jerusalem   Angel, dust and blow      I know   Out on the interstate tonight   Hell's angels   And poet cops   Alright alright      New names   And tie dyed blissed out humanity   You and your suicide life   Suicide life, yeah baby   Have a nice day      At the heart of all this darkness   You got a crush on Venus big time   Noddin' out into a wet dream   The strangers take you   They take you   The slave trade sister rapes you      I know   Out on the interstate tonight   Hell's Angels   And poet cops alright alright   New names   And tie dyed blissed out humanity      Oh no   You live in real time   Kings the Knife   You and your suicide life   Suicide life      Hell's Angels   And poet cops alright   Spare change and have a nice day   I believe you're here to stay   Yeah   Have a nice day      I believe you're here to stay   Come home   Come home baby   I think, you're here to stay   Time to come home   Hippie called John Henry