These jokers went to Woodstock Promised peace we could afford They sold out to the Bloodstock Put their values to the sword A billion lanterns snuffed out We must wait to see the sight Of a rule book that is preached from In the fading light How do I angry or serene In front of this corporate machine? Let's hope there is oasis It's origins so true A hope yet to be tasted That includes the me and you Don't let the fear be paramount Just treat it like a wound The pink flesh of humanity Binds the hopeful tune We sing the whole way through How do I angry or serene In front of this corporate machine? Hoping this is not the final scene Or is it somewhere in between?