Woodstock

The kids aren’t right and it's your fault You laid down and let evil sprinkle it’s salt Leaving our futures to rot Tell me know was it worth the cost Your worthless years of senseless pleasure Have caused harm to great to measure With your feeble frame can you even fix the fissure Ignored the truth In your youth To good, you gave the cold shoulder I hope that you see it now that your older I hope you speak truth and justice to your granddaughter And teach her how to be a good mother And to edify her brothers Help heal others And be a beacon of truth Generations Blinded by temptations Have ripped the fabric of many nations And it’s up to both young old to restore The country’s gaping bloody hole