Butt Trumpet - I Left My Gun In San Francisco Lyrics
They all got *****ing BirkenstocksIt's fifty *****ing degrees outSoome of them don't wear shoes at allAt Haight and Ash you'll find them all*****ing hippies make me real sickAssk for change to buy their fixSome wear shorts and feeze a lotThink they're cool? They're *****ing notCHORUSKill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, killI'm killing all the *****ing hippiesI'm killing all the *****ing hippiesI'm killing all the *****ing hippiesI'm killing al lthose *****ing hippiesDie, die, die, dieWash your hair and cut your dreadsOr else you're gonna end up deadGet that lice off of your headOr I will fill you full of leadThey're all rejects from the sixtiesGet some jobs you *****ing hippiesI'm an easy going guyBut I'm even more mellow when hippies dieCHORUSDie!--------------------------------------------------------------------------