Hippy Hill

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 hippie than a hipster, what?
Yeah, I’d rather be grooving than grinding on
Yeah, I’d rather be a hippie 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 Hippie Hill
Yeah, are we here?
My friendly hand is here

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 than the rising sun

So come sit at my table
Yeah, come sit at my table
Yeah, come sit at my table
Yeah, come sit at my table