This Hippie Van Is Headed South

This hippie van is headed south To Arizona’s crimson mouth. We were singing all the weirdo songs. Righting the rights, ignoring wrongs. Pulling people in along the way We pulled a cereal killer in to play He ate all of the cheerios we ever had When he left we were all glad Don’t keep inviting strangers in said maw We had picked her up in Omaha The songs continued, we sang the day away Picking more strangers up along the way.