FLOWER CHILD      Smoke your pot    Take you're "L"    I don't care    For your sixties hell    I'll be happy    When you od    Then you'll get away from me    The past is gone    So is your brain    With every bong    Less cells remain    Tie-dye shirt    Nappy hair    Cool in the sixties    But don't belong here    Flower child    You're a piece of shit    You make me sick    It's in your head    Don't you know    John Lennon's dead    If you died it would be ok    The dead still play