H.P.C. Rich Kids On LSD

With all your bullshit talk of peace
Love the animal rights, and humanity
We'll save the whales, dolphins, owls
Excuse me, how about you and me?
You've got your head so far up in your ass
Of course you cannot see
Well, that your preachin' and your actions are all so contradictory
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Slogan after slogan, thirteen's one more than twelve steps
When you're cryin' in you're coffee, you're still cryin' none the less
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Stop the smut, pot is evil, all you do is rag
Tomorrow's headlines:
"Local Hero Caught In a Peepshow Dressed In Drag"
Dressed in drag!
"Meat Is Murder" written big across your leather jacket
A boycott oil companies bumper sticker on your rabbit
Well it's anarchy, fuck the cops
Of course, how else, through peace
But when the looters come to kick your ass I bet you cry "Police!"
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Never plastic, always paper, correct is how we think
We send the gays to fight for Uncle Sam
We'll dress them all in pink
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In one ear right out the other for what you say
I have no respect
Why? Because your Hippy critically Politically Correct