Paroles de I Left My Gun In San Francisco

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!