I What To Spill The Bloody Of A Hippy
I flipped my wig
in the valley of the dolls
went on a teenage rampage
what a trip, trip, trip
This psycadellic retro
that i dont understand
open up your mind
but not your lip, lip, lip
cos im sick of conversations
with people i despise
I'm sick of free love
And always questioning my desires
I'm sick of groovy, dig it, and like wow
I'm sick of it all
I wanna crush, kill, destroy
I Wanna spill the blood of a hippie
I'm eagar to stone a stoned child from the sixties
I want a switchblade
to cut their love beads
An enema, enema, enema, Not love
That's what the world needs now
My body is a temple
Its a sacred site
She's chanting mantras
She's a loser
Lost in space, space, space
Shes jacked into the junk
She's got a velvet head
She's got as high on life
She's off her face, face, face
I say no more bless this child
no more blowin in the wind
or i shall be released
No more colonic irrigation
I Wanna spill the blood of a hippie
I'm eagar to stone a stoned child from the sixties
I want a switchblade
to cut their love beads
An enema, enema, enema, Not love
That's what the world needs now