Dirty, smelly crusties, protesting on the street   You can smell them a mile away, they haven't bathed in weeks   Your protests don't do anything, they don't help a bit   When you look like freaks, and smell like puke and shit         Chorus:   You read it in your papers, and chant up every word   Misled by your leaders, you repeat what you heard   Too dumb to think with your own brain, so full of dope and trash   Still searching for your answers, you can shove it up your ass         Those measures turned on the 60's, they've got no right to live   They always tell us what to do, but got nothing to give   All the left-wing radicals, full of their own selves   So cool back in '69, now you're just a fuckin' joke         (Repeat Chorus)         solo         (Repeat Chorus)