The smoke curls high and they are giving it away

The neighbour's shouting down the hall

Plates all piled sky high in the dirty kitchen sink

Another tower bound to fall

October cold and dreary, is this all neccessary?

Hold me!

The dream is fading and we're giving it away

There's no more free love in the park

They've taken over and they're shutting it all down

Your favourite dealers are all narcs

November wet, dejected, much worse than I expected

Miserable!

December, dark and dreary, we've run out of Kashmiri

Someone stole our special stash

Once we put flowers in the barrells of their guns

Once we had light within our souls

We were on fire and we burned to get it right

Now we're dejected, stoned and cold

We knew the answers and we thought we had a plan

We marched for peace in Ladbroke Grove

Someone stole our special stash

There is no more good hash

Things are tough all over

Everyone’s hungover…