You could only get away with this if you were David Crosby in the sixties. But hell, you gotta remember: maybe he almost cut his hair … but he didn’t. And that’s a lot more than most of those 60s psychedelic guys can say. Here’s a translation if you can’t understand speech that is echoed and beyond baked:

On one side you got a set of values that’s doom, death, degradation, despair being dealt out like cards off the bottom of the deck by gray faced man who hates ya. And on the other side you got a girl runnin through a field … of flowers … half-naked and high and laughin. In the sunshine. And if you offer those two alternates to child, a child’s too smart to make that mistake, it’s not going to go for that gray faced dude with the cards.