Hippies with Guns - Patrice

Monday is my day Tuesday is my day

Wednesday to Friday to Sunday is my day

Tripping on the highway

Mind on these flowers

And the powers in my psyche

Lord God Almighty

Would like to find Afrodite

And make her my wifey

But first got to win all this fighting

For the soul that’s inside me

They’re just noisy like thunder

We are striking like lightning

Peace and love to the people

Let’s bring light to this world

Peace and love to my people

Let us fight for this world

We are hippies with guns hear them sing wadadadangdang

Music is my only weapon

I shoot to kill them with every song

We are hippies with guns hear them sing wadadadangdang

We may not live to see tomorrow sun

Live today like you can’t die and can’t done

Monday is my day Tuesday is my day

Wednesday to Friday to Sunday is my day

Music is my way to murder like Ini

When it hits you don’t feel no pain

That’s highly unlikely

Someone ring the sireenes

We’re gangsters with guitars

Riding with timing

Skatebording with Nile

Jah Mike’s give me my Key

Look the city then go country

And farm under pine trees

Peace and love to the people

Let’s bring light to this world

Peace and love to my people

Let us fight for this world

We are hippies with guns hear them sing wadadadangdang

Music is my only weapon

Shoot to kill them with every song

We are hippies with guns hear them sing wadadadangdang

We may not live to see another sun

Live today like you can’t die and can’t done