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