I Left My Gun In San Francisco Lyrics

Butt Trumpet I Left My Gun In San Francisco

They all got f..cking Birkenstocks
It's fifty f..cking degrees out
Soome of them don't wear shoes at all
At Haight and Ash you'll find them all f..cking 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 f..cking not
CHORUS
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
I'm killing all the f..cking hippies
I'm killing all the f..cking hippies
I'm killing all the f..cking hippies
I'm killing al lthose f..cking 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 f..cking hippies
I'm an easy going guy
But I'm even more mellow when hippies die
CHORUS
Die!
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