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
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