Dirty, smelly crusties, protesting on the street

You can smell them a mile away, they haven't bathed in weeks

Your protests don't do anything, they don't help a bit

When you look like freaks, and smell like puke and shit





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You read it in your papers, and chant up every word

Misled by your leaders, you repeat what you heard

Too dumb to think with your own brain, so full of dope and trash

Still searching for your answers, you can shove it up your ass





Those measures turned on the 60's, they've got no right to live

They always tell us what to do, but got nothing to give

All the left-wing radicals, full of their own selves

So cool back in '69, now you're just a fuckin' joke





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