He had a peace sign tattooed on his face
He asked me if I cared about the human race
He said I was bound for Karmic perdition
If I didn't sign his petition
And the future of humanity lies in outer space.
So Kumbaya lord and give peace a chance.
Roll a joint, take off your clothes and dance.
We're gonna right the worlds wrongs
With a hand full of protest songs.
And the loopdee-loop-doodoo of a psychedelic trance.
But Jesus , Buddha, Gandhi and Martin Luther King
Couldn't get us to stop killing each other
So bartender pour me another
And I'll go shopping for a back porch swing.
'Cause Jesus , Buddha, Gandhi and Martin Luther King
Couldn't get us to stop killing each other
So bartender pour me another
And I'll go shopping for a back porch swing.
