Woodstock

Lyrics for Woodstock

Not the '60s Woodstock, but the one much later on Let the poisoned fledglings come and gather in the dawn Behold the heavy century, buckling with the strain Young man with a microphone hollering, "Cocaine" Major label contract, stoned out of his mind Pants comped by Levi-Strauss, full mouth of teeth to grind Wasn't there a mighty flood? Yes, didn't it rain? Stand before the people, yell about cocaine Cocaine Yell about cocaine Stand before the people Yell about cocaine Let the party people come to feel my aimless wrath Salt the earth behind me as I wander down the path No light but the spent light, just the lab assistant's brain To lie beneath the lightning and yell about cocaine Full phalanx of cameramen to document the scene See the mass of starlings throbbing forward on the green I've heard it said it's hard to tell when all your love's in vain Shirtless before God, yell about cocaine Cocaine Yell about cocaine Shirtless before God Yell about cocaine