Bad Religion The Hippy Killers текст песни, слова песни The Hippy Killers Bad Religion
Bad Religion - The Hippy Killers
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
Nothing to leave and nowhere to go
We were
The hippy killers
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