What’s that smell, fucking hell
Hippies on the beach
We surf, off our turf
You goddamn scum!
Bang your drums all day long
Pot-addled grin
Here’s a fistbow for your troubles
Put that in your bong
Patchouli is burning and my stomach’s churning
Think I’m gonna puke
Adding deep red to your tie-dyed shirt
Here comes the leiomano
Cowering, whining, blubbering, screaming
As blows beat down the plague
Get back to the jungle to hide in your tree house
Get off the beach!
You fucking hippy
supported by 5 fans who also own “Leiomano Persuasion”
Kick me in the tits and inject my arse cheek with the 27 most painful jabs of Rabies shots ya got. The neighbours are gonna hate you and burn down your house when you play them this most beautiful of cacophony's. Fuckn fully top gear this'un and you get the scallops with the lot. SUFFER! FTK NunU