Die Hippie Die

E D* B Why don't you cut your mop? and get a fucking job, oh yeah. E D* B Take off your flower skirt, you fucking hippy nerd, oh yeah, yeah. E D* B You give your bro a kiss, while you listen to Phish, you dad, you're a dad. E D* B Go home and smoke some pot, pick up your daddy's glock and k**l yourself, you stupid piece of shit, yeah. G Wooooooaaaaaahhhhh, die, hippy, die! B G D G D B G D D I E H I double 'P P' Y, die, hippy B G D D I E H I double 'P P' Y, die hippy B G D D I E H I double 'P P' Y die hippy B G D B D I E H I double 'P P' Y die hippy, diiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiieeeeeeeeeeee E D* B E D* B A D E D E D D E D D E D Die you hippys, dieeeeeeee D E D Die you hippys, dieeeeeeee D E D Die you hippys, dieeeeeeee D E D You're living off your dad D E D These poor dreams you had D E D Die you hippys, dieeeeeeee D C D C C C D You should be moving to India!