The street sign’s are just relics
We’ve got nothing to rebel against
Neil was right, but all we could be were critics
Indoctrination has now commenced

What happened to Janis?
The vinyl aches for a time passed
When it fed from the energy
When the streets were a colourful blast
And the kids had a clue

Meet me at the corner of Haight
We weren’t there in its time
So we’re only second-rate
What is now should be a crime

Give me a hit
Break off a tab
Time to rise up
Time to be free

Its still here somewhere