Not the '60s Woodstock, but the one much later on
Let the poisoned fledglings come and gather in the dawn
Behold the heavy century, buckling with the strain
Young man with a microphone hollering, "Cocaine"

Major label contract, stoned out of his mind
Pants comped by Levi-Strauss, full mouth of teeth to grind
Wasn't there a mighty flood? Yes, didn't it rain?
Stand before the people, yell about cocaine

Cocaine
Yell about cocaine
Stand before the people
Yell about cocaine

Let the party people come to feel my aimless wrath
Salt the earth behind me as I wander down the path
No light but the spent light, just the lab assistant's brain
To lie beneath the lightning and yell about cocaine

Full phalanx of cameramen to document the scene
See the mass of starlings throbbing forward on the green
I've heard it said it's hard to tell when all your love's in vain
Shirtless before God, yell about cocaine

Cocaine
Yell about cocaine
Shirtless before God
Yell about cocaine