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Lyrics: Fucking Hippy
I can't believe the things that you come out with
Did you leave your brains in a cheese and pickle sandwich? What makes you think that you can speak for us When everything you say is so boring and obvious? If you're so telepathic, why don't you leave? You're breathing the air i intended to breath You fucking hippy, with your paranoid neuroses You say that you're concerned about the world and its resources Let's help get rid of some waste We'll dump you in the ocean in a locked up metal case If you can see things so very very clearly Why are you so unutterably dreary? You hippy, with your whimsical delusion That if you grow your hair you can start the revolution The Establishment's aquake They know as well as i do that you're a fucking fake You believe in love and peace But you hate your friends and insist on eating meat You fucking hippy, you cannot change society By banging on about drugs and then going to a party If you want to cause a change I think it might be handy if you held onto your brains It's no longer a joke The world dissolves in poverty while you go up in smoke You fucking hippy You hypocrite You fucking hippy You are a hypocrite You fucking hippy You are a hypocrite You fucking hippy Published by Wipe Out Music Publishing click here for notes click here for appearances |
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An Artists Against Success PresentationMaintained by MJ Hibbett & The Validators |
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