I’d rather be the dying than the rising sun Yeah I’d rather leave my spirit for everyone I’d rather be the dying than the rising sun Yeah I’d rather leave my spirit for everyone
So come sit at my table Yeah come sit at my table
Yeah I’d rather be a hippy than a hipster, what! Yeah I’d rather be grooving than grinding up Yeah I’d rather be a hippy than a hipster, what Yeah I’d rather leave my spirit for everyone
So come sit at my table Yeah come sit at my table
Show and tell You’re stuck on hippy hill Why are we here? My friendly hand is near
I’d rather be the dying than the rising sun I’d rather be the dying than the rising sun I’d rather be the dying than the rising sun I’d rather be the dying that the rising sun
So come sit at my table Come sit at my table Yeah come sit at my table Yeah come sit at my table
