I Left My Gun in San Francisco Lyrics

They all got f****** Birkenstocks
It's fifty f****** degrees out
Soome of them don't wear shoes at all
At Haight and Ash you'll find them all
f****** hippies make me real sick
a**k for change to buy their fix
Some wear shorts and feeze a lot
Think they're cool? They're f****** not
CHORUS
Kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill
I'm killing all the f****** hippies
I'm killing all the f****** hippies
I'm killing all the f****** hippies
I'm killing al lthose f****** 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****** hippies
I'm an easy going guy
But I'm even more mellow when hippies die
CHORUS
Die!