Look at you, hippy girl, doing what you're supposed to do. White girl dreads on your head. "Want some flowers?" I said no. Powwow girl, think the world is a groovy f****** place. Smoke some grass, adopt cats, can you "dig it" if your shallow? And when the promises you meant to carry out leave you tasting doubt you chase them. You're a bohemian pilgrim, escaping persecution. Look at you, hipster dude, but I guess that's what you want. "Hold my Pabst?" Kiss my a**. Move to Brooklyn or Vermont. Get tattoos, Nike shoes. Tell us all just how you feel In the zine of poetry inspired by Kerouac and Salinger. And when the promises you meant to carry out leave you tasting doubt you chase them you're a counter c**ture victim, embracing devolution.
Crowd Aggravation I'll admit I'm ill prepared for what I was later told was done in fun. Lucky I made it. I was by myself. I gave you a rain check, I promised not to tell.
Crowd Aggravation I'll admit I'm ill prepared for what I was later told was done in fun. Lucky I made it. I was by myself. I gave you a rain check, I promised not to tell.