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