I was a long Haired Hippie Freak

I was a long-haired hippie freak
I made my living with the way I speak
Preached the word to the poor and meek
Havoc in the churches I did reek
From my side, my blood did leak
I guess they called me a terrorist

I had some radical ways
Living in a time of revolutionary frays
Spying on where the military stays
I did not regret my loss of days
Where they hung me, my body lays
I guess they called me a terrorist

I bombed at night for the F.F.I
Fighting the bastard N.A.Z.I
During my torture they made me cry
In a concentration camp I did die
Nobody knows where my ashes lie
I guess they called me a terrorist

I hear Bush say he is the man
First one was Iraq, next one's Iran
That's when the sh*t really hits the fan
And prove freedom not part of the plan
Better speak out while you can
It's OK if they call you a terrorist