After Sixty Years Or So Will We Know? (March 1973)

Born into a world of confusion,
And breastfed with a life of illusion,
Their morals and mores on our brains they bestow
The seeds of disenchantment and delusion.
After sixty years or so will we know?

Life's patterns are well formed by age six.
Santa Claus and Easter Bunnies
And Jesus on His crucifix;
Fantasy and fact, they're both real they do crow.
Which ones are real and which are the funnies?
After sixty years or so will we know?

Puberty comes 'fore we're able to see
What life's all about. It's been hidden since three.
Be ashamed of your bodies and its parts never show.
With bodies well hidden and minds trapped inside,
You're prepared for a journey on a two-faced-up-hill-slide.
After sixty years or so will we know?

When old age has found us
And bodies can't score,
The minds never were and the bodie's no more,
We're groppin' and stumblin' for something not found.
It was left at age three to run up aground.
Free your minds and your bodies and then it will show.
After sixty years or so we will know.

Give body its freedom and also the mind.
Don't allow either to get lost behind.
Be proud of your body. Mix it with mind.
They both give us pleasure and together they climb
To that point in nirvana where all is in mind.
The memories of passions and love allowed freely to flow,
Together in union, Our love it will glow.
Then after sixty years or so we will know
That life moves beyond us, but we've helped it to grow.

You must be a man
And get it while you can.
A man must be strong
or he can not belong
To a race of beautiful bodies
Who've ravaged the lives of all tender young lotties.
With minds that are worthless, They're just there for show,
After sixty years or so will we know?

Will we know that manhood is gentle and loving and kind?
And there has to be something more to his mind
Than plotting his conquests and plunders and rapes of his kind.
If minds blend together, communications not blow,
Mayber after sixty years or so we will know!