Well, I flipped my wig in the Valley of the Dolls
Went on a teenage rampage, what a trip, trip, trip
This psychedelic retro that they don't understand
Open up your mind, button up your lip, lip, lip
'Cause I'm sick of conversations with people I despise
I'm sick of free love and always quenching my desires
I'm sick of "groovy", "dig it", and "like wow!"
I'm sick of it all I want to crush, kill, destroy
I want to spill the blood of a hippy
I'm eager to stone a stoned child from the '60s
I want (I want) a switchblade to cut their love beads
An enema, not love
That's what the world needs now
My body is a temple, it's a sacred site
She's chanting mantras, she's a loser lost in space, space, space
She's jacked into the junk, she's got a velvet head
She's not just high on life, she's off her face, face, face
I say no more "Alice when she's ten foot tall"
No more "Blowin' in the Wind" or "I Shall Be Released"
No more "I got this headache, honey what's the use?"
I'm gonna get a gun and make my own kind of fun
I want to spill the blood of a hippy
I'm eager to stone a stoned child from the '60s
I want (I want) a switchblade to cut their love beads
An enema, not love
That's what the world needs now