I am a Sixties Child

When I was young, I watched the young men
swagger off to war.
We weren't afraid to ask the suits
what they were fighting for.
And when they would not answer
and called us traitors wild;
we stuck our flowers in their guns -
I am a Sixties child.

Hippies, we were christened and we
smoked the pipe of peace.
We wore some flowers in our hair
and love had been released.
They pointed fingers in our face,
we gave them two and smiled;
I think we drove them crazy man,
I am a Sixties child.

We didn't change the world, although we
really thought we could.
They didn't seem to understand,
we thought that they should.
We sang the songs to right the wrongs
and we thought it was wild,
I'm older now but still somehow,
I'm still a Sixties child.