If all stoners go straight to hell, then I guess I'll get to smoke with Satan, himself Bored with the bullshit of a get-a-head world Kept to himself a habit that his country can't afford, criminalization Smokes on the weekends and at parties or with babes Eventually he gets ratted, is arrested but gives no names
Beat to shit by the cops, a monster for his love of good pot Dragged into the court of law, soon he'll be sentenced and probably left to rot Whatever punishment the judge decides There will be no laughing, no stoned high-fives His life will be ruined, his spirits run weak A thoughtless verdict, the judge begins to speak
I'd say you've earned one, sentenced to burn one Now it's high-time you've learned, son
You're choking, catch that feeling, for a minute, of toking Poisonous strain provoking Circulatory system is seething And now you are slowly ceasing to keep control of your breathing This sentence takes on new meaning Execution witnessed, family's grieving Judiciary system's deceiving, disgusted jury, head attorney's heaving
Bored with the bullshit of a get-a-head world Now you have been targeted by policies absurd Stop, you cannot, for the right and wrong they must discern They're sending you to gas chambers, it's just as you deserve
Fooled to the end, no one knows once again To your death you are sent, terror is what is meant Government conspiracy, lethal dose of THC Revolting, head explodes yet the body's still convulsing Like the roach that he is by merely dying drug-free world indemnifying Because they can, there's no way to fight the man New world order type of plan Results are achieved through their lying, police spying, genocide they are implyingTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
