Boomer Hippycrits
Created By TweedleDub With Udio AI
Lyrics
[Verse 1] Back in the day, peace and love on display Bell-bottom dreams now in suit-ties they stay Woodstock's kids grew up into that Wall Street play Flower crowns to crow's feet, they've come a long way [Pre-Chorus] Tie-dye shirts traded for crisp white collars Hippie vans swapped for those fuel-guzzlin' dollars [Verse 2] Grew their accounts while the ozone got thinner Preaching green peace, now they dine on steak dinner Raised up their fists, now they’re cashin' out winners From Woodstock to NASDAQ, they changed up their spinners [Pre-Chorus] Lost in the trade, from flowers to the stock ticker Holla 'bout love, but the wallets grow thicker [Verse 3] Talkin' 'bout change while they're changin' their Range Traded acid trips for the corporate exchange Boom to the boomers with their tech bubble boom Think they're still rebels but they're just tycoons [Pre-Chorus] Bell-bottomed traders in the tech market frenzy From peace marches to cash flows, ain’t that kinda trendy? [Bridge] Once peace chanters, now they're silent as they crunch numbers Rocked Woodstock, now they bulldoze and they plunder They said 'Don't trust anyone over thirty,' Now they're the suits, jury, judge, and the attorneys [Verse 4] Yelling 'save the trees' while they logging that forest Now they're clicking pens, eco-warriors deplorist [Verse 4] From counterculture to just countin' the bills Daisies to dollar signs, sold out their thrills They marched for peace, now they conquer the hills From love-ins to lockouts, 'bout that shareholder skill [Chorus] Hey you, Mr. Boomer-man, tell me where's your spirit at? Rock and roll traded for dividends, that Wall Street combat Verse 5] Rebel hearts now buying stocks with a click From groovy love beats to the IPO slick Long hair gone, left behind in the '60s Now they're slicked back, runnin' the city's committees [Bridge] Boomer's got the gold, but where'd the love go? [Verse 5] So they say they wanted change, but now they pocket the range Collecting mansions, they play the real estate game Ain't no more 'share the wealth', now it's 'save for oneself' Trading beads for bling, their peace sign's on the shelf [Pre-Chorus] From the Age of Aquarius to the era of the stock Their counterculture's counting cash around the clock
