This is a song about "The 60s"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

The water from the past is the same water in the present

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

This should be illegal man

Still the man with the pan

Know i just call it head phone

As the king upon the throne

Your developmental league don’t see a team

We all the same the blacks the whites the something in between

Down the street to the car,

Fuck cops, i'm a fucking rock star

Thinkin of the the dreams

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Where the fuck the chorus