Patrice - Hippies With Guns [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

Monday is my day Tuesday is my day
Wednesday to Friday to Sunday is my day
Tripping on the highway
Mind on these flowers
And the powers in my psyche
Lord God Almighty
Would like to find Afrodite
And make her my wifey
But first got to win all this fighting
For the soul that's inside me
They're just noisy like thunder
We are striking like lightning

Peace and love to the people
Let's bring light to this world
Peace and love to my people
Let us fight for this world

We are hippies with guns hear them sing wadadadangdang
Music is my only weapon
I shoot to kill them with every song
We are hippies with guns hear them sing wadadadangdang
We may not live to see tomorrow sun
Live today like you can't die and can't done

Monday is my day Tuesday is my day
Wednesday to Friday to Sunday is my day
Music is my way to murder like Ini
When it hits you don't feel no pain
That's highly unlikely
Someone ring the sireenes
We're gangsters with guitars
Riding with timing
Skatebording with Nile
Jah Mike's give me my Key
Look the city then go country
And farm under pine trees

Peace and love to the people
Let's bring light to this world
Peace and love to my people
Let us fight for this world


We are hippies with guns hear them sing wadadadangdang
Music is my only weapon
Shoot to kill them with every song
We are hippies with guns hear them sing wadadadangdang
We may not live to see another sun
Live today like you can't die and can't done