Our Apocalypse 1981
Teenage vagrants lookin? for some fun
A renewed promise of prosperity
A vulgar platform for the world to see
We were
The hippy k**ers
Busted refuse from broken homes
Pocked flesh and malacious bones
Creatures sustained by desire, heart, and soul
Nothing to leave and nowhere to go
We were
The hippy k**ers
Good days during horrible times
Overused bodies, neglected minds
Should to shoulder we formed as one
The next miserable generation
We were
The hippy k**ers