Dirty Hippies

 

Well, 
Ma’am you see me as a troubled one
And I’ll admit I have traveled some
A simple look at me, you see my image’s not polished
But I’ll try despite this industry to keep myself honest

Now I know my darling this is just a subway station
And damn I know you’re into peaceful conversation
I don’t mean to attack you or fill you with fear
I hope that you respect I pour my heart out here

Noo oo oo (Noo oo oo) 
Bullets sound like drums
Soo oo oo (Soo oo oo) 
Words will be my gun
"Dirty hippies" 

Now my lyric’s a key component
You’re watching a focused showman
A broken poet, an open book
If you take a second look, and just join the enjoyment
Give me just a second we might give you a meaningful moment

Noo oo oo (Noo oo oo) 
Bullets sound like drums
Soo oo oo (Soo oo oo) 
Words will be my gun
"Dirty hippies"