He lives on..
Love street and chants a Hare Krishna melody
He’s a twentieth century Morrison
That won’t become a laughing parody
The birds and the trees make his spirits light up with joy
But the reporters and media make him feel like a toy
He’s a little boy soldier
Without the guns and the greed
Cuz he’s a peaceful soul with a family to feed
Living under the green grasses he knows it won’t get better than this!
Unless people stop thinking of piss instead of bliss!
All hail the wonderful green grasses and colorful meadows
That makes this earth breathable
We need these colors
To live on..
To paint a better picture of our unforgettable lives and undoubtful futures!