IRC-Galleria

It was long ago, seems like a dream.
The day I sucked the air from a bottle of whipped cream
And I got real high and things got real slow
And I started talking like this
What's going on?
I don't know
And then I sold my car for a Grateful Dead ticket
My dad yelled at me and he grounded me
And he said I was a dick
It was the worst day of my life
And I'll never forget
But the very next day
I was doing bong hits
In the back of my friend's Chevy
So don't tell me we're winning the war on drugs
Cause drugs are like a bog ol' can of ree
And you're all little bugs
And don't tell me to not get high
Cause I'm as low as I can get
Without kissing your ass
And blowing you at the same time

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Man, don't tell me about love and peace
Or that the Jones's have a handgun pointed at me
Don't tell me to just say no
I'm an addict, I say don't let me go
Whatever happened to sex, drugs n' rock n' roll?
Now we just have aids, crack and techno

So they busted me
So I say "fuck them up" for selling dope
And I went to jail and I wasn't forgiven
Like that little fucker who shot the pope
And he said I had the right to remain silent
And they couldn't explain
But I didn't resist and I was invited
'Cause all I ever wanted was the right to remain
And they questionned me, yeah, they asked me "why?"
And I said "fuck off"
I want the rest to be shot for selling pot
It's just my little way of saying "high"
Now my record's all fucked up
And I'm not allowed to vote
Now two times a week they make me piss in a cup
Well what I want to do is piss down their throats

refrain

Okay, here's the sensitive part
They told me it's time to change
Cause our parents had Hendrix, Janice and Jim
But what about River Phoenix and Curt Cobain
And they told me to praise the lord
But I've been waiting for so long for him to call me back
I think I'm gonna go pray at Betty Ford
And they told me that life was fair
I can't smoke a plant that was made by god
But I can kill my wife if I'm a football player
And they told me, they told me to just ignore
But I'd rather smoke crack outta Nancy Reagan's skull
While getting a blowjob from Tipper Gore

refrain