I Left My Gun In San Francisco — текст песни (Butt Trumpet)

They all got fucking Birkenstocks
It`s fifty fucking degrees out
Soome of them don`t wear shoes at all
At Haight and Ash you`ll find them all
Fucking hippies make me real sick
Assk for change to buy their fix
Some wear shorts and feeze a lot
Think they`re cool? They`re fucking not
CHORUS
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
I`m killing all the fucking hippies
I`m killing all the fucking hippies
I`m killing all the fucking hippies
I`m killing al lthose fucking hippies
Die, die, die, die
Wash your hair and cut your dreads
Or else you`re gonna end up dead
Get that lice off of your head
Or I will fill you full of lead
They`re all rejects from the sixties
Get some jobs you fucking hippies
I`m an easy going guy
But I`m even more mellow when hippies die
CHORUS
Die!
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