Текст песни Bad Religion - The Hippy Killers

Our Apocalypse 1981
Teenage vagrants lookinґ for some fun
A renewed promise of prosperity
A vulgar platform for the world to see
We were
The hippy killers
Busted refuse from broken homes
Pocked flesh and malacious bones
Creatures sustained by desire, heart, and soul
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Nothing to leave and nowhere to go
We were
The hippy killers

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