Concord America
Concord America - Hippie Trash lyrics
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I saw you on the subway You asked me "is your hair real?" you got your boots strapped up to your kneecaps Your hands on a dollar meal You ask for a ride to Jackson All the way from Tennessee And you got some courage asking that of a stranger I ain't no fucking charity You're hippie trash You're hippie trash oh oh Your hippie trash Your fucking junkie scum You say your baby's hungry Your girls got a disease You ask me for one quarter Just so you can buy some groceries You think that you're a butterfly But I know that you're just fucking insane And you ride around town on a 10 speed bike Just pedaling your busking game You're hippie trash You're hippie trash oh oh You're hippie trash You're fucking junkie scum Follow me out to my rape van Your palms are sweaty and greased You think that you are getting a hand out But baby I just ain't pleased You tell me your whole life's story And how you used to run these streets And you think I give a damn about you babe but you really don't impress me You're hippie trash You're hippie trash oh oh You're hippie trash You're fucking junkie scum