Woodstock Todger from You Slut. by BOI TOI

The planning, the mythos, 30-years prior.
The old man donned his tweed jacket and water
Tossed out at the gate but his still soul gets on
Here to watch James Brown and 'Fuck it's so hot.'
Yanks and their pills that
Drugs have evolved
The teens brought up on Nirvana and Korn
The extortion and others wait in the grass
The Woodstock myth has aged somewhat bad
Oh the dicks.

So now, 20 hours later embracing disaster
All these 'properly-rapists' are plastered.
Some are still screaming ' I wanna go home'
Not till the end of the fucking show!
Now eyes are pensive as he diffused tyrants
Pumped up on American Pie and the party.
But he jumps in with brittle protective pride
Grabs the fucker and angles to punch in the dick.

3rd day in and he's covered in blood
piss and liquids that he does not know
The fire has risen after fatboy slim
Now another disaster begins
So old man of Woodstock wipes down his eyes
What once was free love is now profit and priced
He still ragged and packed in what he could pack off
The lasting rapture of this festival
No one will live past, there is no light to hold
The candles have melted it has all gone so wrong
Old man of Woodstock sharpens his gaze
Because, past it all and the end of the day
He is

Old man of Woodstock, battled and peeved
Wrestled at war with the bastards he sees
Never should be this pissed off
The wankers in horror to never speak of
He goes out swinging
Protecting he can
Till the end of the days and gone past this land
Then he shall rest and never forget
To always remember to punch that guy in the dick

The Phallus, the testicles and what little entitlement they have,
The dicks.

bleh.

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