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