Its the summer of love, 1977, enjoy the peace
In the morning the homeless man will be deceased.
Nixon's allergy to flowers shows in May
And the Summer of Love just falls; decay.
Its 1977, and the Summer of Love is ending
The vapors of love and peace are fading.
The violins of empty men are shading
Lines of darkness into the square of trading
And the scattering men go outside, waiting.
Nobody comes out for the celebrating
The homeless man, asking for a scratch
Is sick and tired of his aching
And is looking for a new match
To start a fire and find new takings.
The war is ordered on a purple day
And the soldiers turn to wind-up toys.
Turn the sprigns and watch 'em play
They'll kill and murder and seem coy
But don't fall for puppets in dismay.
Look around, enjoy decay
Days of pain show theres no heaven
The month of may wont go away
Its the Summer of Love, 1977.
