They call it hippie, they say radical in the late 1950’s witches brew of conservatism
All I can hear is terror.
All I can hear is fear.
Charlie can you hear me, I’m calling you.
Charlie this drinks for you…
The governments mime action, the people demand justice
The crowds march but who are the victims here?
Those that stand for what they believe in
They are gone now, wasted by the true animals
Wasted by the violence
Can you hear me Charlie,
This drinks for you.