Horny Hippies

This song fucking kicks ass. It's half past one AM, I'm drinking coke and thinking about how beautiful the summer night is, and Iddi just showed this to me. It's so cool and pretty and lovely and neat and I adore it, absolutely adore it. Amazing lyrics. They make me think about what it's like to be scared. Which I am. A lot.

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we were walking down the block
when we thought the bomb went off
and our hearts nearly stopped at the sound
when we looked and we found
that it hit some other crowd
I was glad it wasn't us, yeah, I was proud

'cause I fall and I break
just as easy as an egg
yeah, my shell isn't as hard as it seems
when my insides gush out
there's no telling what it's about
when it'll stop, when it'll seed, when it'll bleed

yeah, I just stay in my home, in my home, in my home
yeah, I just stay in my home, in my home, in my home

well, I take a look outside
at the pretty girls walk by
but I can't make myself say "hi," because I'm scared
because I spend all this time
all locked up inside
it's the only place I know how to bare

'cause you can go out and meet
some girl you can't defeat
and you think that she must be the one
until you're walking down the isle
and she takes away your smile
boy, you wish you hadn't dialed before you wrung

oh, you should stay in your home, in your home, in your home
oh, you should stay in your home, in your home, in your home

well, they talk of your past
yeah they said it wouldn't last
but they're running pretty fast back on their word
it was gone for a while
but it's coming back in style
better run back where you're from and join the mass

yeah, we'll just stay in our homes, in our homes, in our homes
yeah, we'll just stay in our homes, in our homes, in our homes