I Left My Gun In San Francisco Lyrics - Singles - 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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