Butt Trumpet - I Left My Gun In San Francisco lyrics

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