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!
It’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?