I Didn't Want To Write

I Don't Miss Anything About The 1960s, Not Really. I Did It. It's Like Asking, 'do You Miss The Fourth Grade?' I Loved The Fourth Grade When I Was In It, But I Don't Want To Do It Again.

I'm A John Denver Freak, And I Don't Give A Sh*t That He Looks Like A F***ing Turkey.

Feed Your Head. Feed Your Head. Feed Your Head

I Don't Imagine My Parents Are Too Excited About My Kind Of Life. The Surrounding Weirdness Bothers Them. Still, I Think They're Pretty Good. Their Lives Are Based On What Their Friends Think, Just Like Ours Are.

It's A Bit Difficult To Get Hippies Organized Into Anything, But I Think If They Get Annoyed Enough With The Stuff That's Going Down, They're Capable Of Showing Up. So Anything They Consider Important, They'll Be There.