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I Left My Gun in San Francisco lyrics
They all got fucking BirkenstocksIt's fifty fucking degrees outSoome of them don't wear shoes at allAt Haight and Ash you'll find them allFucking hippies make me real sickAssk for change to buy their fixSome wear shorts and feeze a lotThink they're cool? They're fucking notCHORUSKill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, kill, killI'm killing all the fucking hippiesI'm killing all the fucking hippiesI'm killing all the fucking hippiesI'm killing al lthose fucking hippiesDie, die, die, dieWash your hair and cut your dreadsOr else you're gonna end up deadGet that lice off of your headOr I will fill you full of leadThey're all rejects from the sixtiesGet some jobs you fucking hippiesI'm an easy going guyBut I'm even more mellow when hippies dieCHORUSDie!------------------------------------------------------------------------------
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- Track 12 on Primitive Enema
- 11 Primitive Enema
- 13 Shut Up
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