How many more times can the Grateful Dead play their set How much longer before they o.d. and we see them dead Long greasy hair , tye-dyed shirt wearing waste All part of the Sixties retro-fashion parade Tune in and tune out , what a fuckin' waste Peace , love , and anarchy , give me a fuckin' break CHORUS The Sixties are over , now they 're good and dead Stop your Sixties retro , bell bottoms make us sick Fill your head with drugs until your mind just can 't think Stuff your fuckin' drugs , it's beer I 'd rather drink Look at your hair , look at our stare , you 're the victim tonight The boot goes in , it 's just a sin , your friends are nowhere insight CHORUS