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I feel so stuck Don’t give a motherfuck Screw the clones, corporate cronies 3-piece clones ~ Whores, you can blow me So out of luck Weekdays so do suck Work’s a 4 letter, to quote Morrissey Works no better than utter misery To get unfettered is where I wanna be He finally answered his cell phone That means it’s time to go skip stones Said he’s meet us on the hill And there, our order he would fill Hop on the freeway, hook the bait But give him leeway ~ Always late Time to journey to the unknown Thanks for coming, hate to go alone Southern Cali fit the bill But bud is better in Vacaville The only pleasure-packing thrill ~ the only thing with any appeal The best way to get real ~ boredom finally is killed Freeze life ~ finally chilled ~ Let’s go get stoned! Hey! Atleast it’s not crack that we’re smoking Get the complete facts ~ Mother Nature’s growing! Letras de cancionesIt’s kind of absurd, when logic is blurred By the governments’ word ~ So drink is preferred What about Herb? What about Herb? Tree time all day ~ Climb a tree and high you’ll stay Scope the view ~ See through the reflect Toke with your crew ~ Form a weed sect Let us all praise ~ Spark a J and let’s all blaze Shotgun! Shotgun! It’s my hobby! Shotgun! Shotgun! It’s my hobby! Capitol Hill needs a weed lobby! We’re gonna march on DC So bring your blunts and bake brownies! So, let’s all meet on the Hill And peacefully, we will all chill 4/20 is the date Stoner syndrome ~ Don’t be late! A ton of stoners won’t bring hate We’ll smoke and watch DC elate Clinton inhales, life is great ~ Let’s go get stoned! Hey! Atleast it’s not crack that we’re smoking Get the complete facts ~ Mother Nature’s growing! It’s kind of absurd, when logic is blurred By the governments’ word ~ So drink is preferred What about Herb? What about Herb? Copyright 2002 Beau Phillips From Letras Mania