No fun in the California Sun, man
I gotta get away, I gotta get away
You're preaching love from the barrel of a gun, man
I gotta get away from here

They said never trust a hippie and I can't say that they're wrong
There's poison in the acid and we're melting in the Sun
If you want a revolution gotta get up off your ass
The counterculture's fading fast

The stars aligned in 1969
Like a bullet from above you know they murdered
The summer of love

I'm feeling green in this antisocial scene, man
I gotta get away, I gotta get away
Stupid had a gun but they blamed the 81, man
I gotta get away from here

They said never trust a hippie and I can't say that they're wrong
The dead ain't feeling grateful when they're bleeding on the lawn
If you want a revolution gotta get up off your ass
The counterculture's fading fast

The stars aligned in 1969
Like a bullet from above you know they murdered
The summer of love

All these days never last
Memories fade to the past
So we sing, so we say
Maybe these are our glory days, yeah

The stars aligned in 1969
Like a bullet from above you know they murdered
The stars aligned in 1969
Like a bullet from above you know they murdered
The summer of love
Murdered the summer of love