No fun in the California sun, man I gotta get away, I gotta get away You're preaching love from the barrel of a gun, man I gotta get away from here They said never trust a hippie, and I can't say that they're wrong There's poison in the acid and we're melting in the sun You want a revolution, gotta get up off your ass The counterculture's fading fast The stars aligned in 1969 Like a bullet from above you know they murdered The summer of love ♪ I'm feeling green in this antisocial scene, man I gotta get away, I gotta get away Stupid had a gun but they blamed the 81, man I gotta get away from here They said never trust a hippie, and I can't say that they're wrong The dead ain't feeling grateful when they're bleeding on the lawn You want a revolution, gotta get up off your ass The counterculture's fading fast The stars aligned in 1969 Like a bullet from above you know they murdered The summer of love ♪ All these days never last Memories fade to the past So we sing, so we say Maybe these are our glory days, yeah ♪ The stars aligned in 1969 Like a bullet from above you know they murdered The stars aligned in 1969 Like a bullet from above you know they murdered The summer of love Murder the summer of love