HELL'S HUNTERS


On a clear december day
the Altamont speedway was

buzzing with thousands freaks

but the december's children's

hope for happiness turned into

a pocketful of monster shells

Hells angels bikes growlin'

while the Jefferson Airplane

crashes before reaching

the other side of this life

somewhere in the crowd

some dogs smell fresh meat

Fat angels stuck in speed

and bourbon and beer

drunk angels hunting

beauty like beasts

they are blood suckers

they are Meredith hunters

Through the blue misty night

Mick Angelic tryin' to cool out

his brothers and sisters

but just as head is tail

they see no Lucifer in him but

an arsonist in a fireman's dress

Who's fighting and what for ?

we don't want to fight, come on !

and what can the poor boys do

but scream in a rock 'n roll band

'cause under the californian sun
there's no place for street fight

Fat angels stuck in speed

and bourbon and beer

drunk angels hunting

beauty like beasts

they are blood suckers
they are Meredith hunters