All of the Hippies must die!

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Testo:

© WanHu
All Hippies Must Die

All of the hippies must die
They'll all pass away by and by
Should a life of desire, to get higher and higher,
Be marked out with a black suit and tie?

The Victorians, lived in the past
The miserable gits didn’t last
It’s more than carnal and humoral, let’s put the fun back into funerals
Let your final sendoff be a blast

Bury me under a tree, or
Carry me down to the sea
Burn a miniature longship, remember our friendship
All the drinks in the bar are on me.

Where do the dead hippies go
I'm guessing that we'll never know
Some hippy valhalla or maybe, inshallah,
A garden where spirit flowers grow

Perhaps they go back in the ground
And the great wheel of life turns around
Ashes to ashes, stardust to stardust
The secular's also profound

© W Ian Young (WanHu) Feb 2017