I Want To Spill The Blood Of A Hippy

Well, I flipped my wig
In the Valley of the Dolls
Went on a teenage rampage
What a trip, trip, trip
This psychedelic retro
That they don't understand
Open up your mind
Button up your lip, lip, lip

’Cause I'm sick of conversations
With people I despise
I'm sick of free love
And always quenching my desires
I’m sick of "groovy"
"Dig it" and "like wow!"
I'm sick of it all
I want to crush, kill, destroy

I want to spill the blood of a hippy
I'm eager to stone a stoned child from the '60s
I want (I want)
A switchblade
To cut their love beads
An enema (Enema, enema)
Not love
That's what the world needs now

My body is a temple
It's a sacred site
She's chanting mantras, she's a loser
Lost in space, space, space
She’s jacked into the junk
She’s got a velvet head
She's not just high on life
She’s off her face, face, face

I say no more
"Alice when she's ten foot tall"
No more
"Blowin' in the Wind" or "I Shall Be Released"
No more
"I got this headache, honey what's the use?"
I’m gonna get a gun and make my own kind of fun

I want to spill the blood of a hippy
I'm eager to stone a stoned child from the '60s
I want (I want)
A switchblade
To cut their love beads
An enema (Enema, enema)
Not love
That's what the world needs now
Now-ow