The Language Of The Hippies Lyrics & Chords By Violent Students

Red pills, blue pills, yellow ones, They got so many kinds I need something, Something like sugar Bring me a bottle, bottle of gin I bring it back with me And swallow...read more

I hope my insides pull apart I got some sorting I need to do Yeah my friends tell me to say yes I guess ill try my very best Yeah. This city won't suck my broken veins Even...read more

I am a man with a glahr in my hand. Oh and I am a bahr with a clark in my car. So I feel the pump of the clag in my noshus, And I feel so glotious when I fly my bonahr. ...read more

All music is shit to god. He thinks we're a bunch of babies. He has no patience for all our noise. He makes great big plans to destroy us. ...read more

I try hard to converse! But every conversation my situation just gets worse! I smell smoke after no too long! Red light in helmet warns me something is wrong! ...read more