War Stories

May Day, acid and the National Guard You tell it so well, you tell it so hard The dream, the trip and peace rallies you stress We've heard them before selling war stories for less Rinding in cars and running in the street Locked behind bars, afraid of defeat The dream , the trip and peace rallies you stress We'ver heard them before selling war stories for less You've fallen, get up and get out of here Why risk being buried by the past many years It's time for a change in you 'Little Boy,' Pack up your bags, throw out your old toys Why chance looking back when you're so far ahead Go hang-up your hang-ups, awaken the dead For the dream, the trip, and peace rallies you stress All gone today and, people can care less The Dream, the Trip and Peace Rallies you stress Could have helped saved the world but our youth failed the test.