The Hippy Killers (Bad Religion)

Our Apocalypse 1981 Teenage vagrants lookin´ 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 Good days during horrible times Overused bodies, neglected minds Should to shoulder we formed as one The next miserable generation We were The hippy killers