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