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Shitty. Stinkin' Weed.

from Songs from Bomb City 7 by Bomb City 7

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lyrics

Chorus
We get supplied with…
SHITTY. STINKIN. WEED.
By those balaclava’d fiends…
But life your ban – off it
And they’ll no longer profit
We’ll say goodbye to gritty green

Verse 1
- I love getting’ high – no smokin’ my
Throat gets so dry like summertime
In a desert – bakin’s better
- I like my weed laced in a dessert
Or a scone fresh made, with jam or plain
- I don’t toke – I bake to get backed
I’m like a writer in Natural Health magazine
How so? - Cuz I’m always eatin’ my greens

Drugs, drugs, we’re all on drugs
Its not just the past-time of cons and thugs
But some drugs are socially acceptable
Sold to line the pockets of the white collar criminal
Lookin’ down on me – Cos im smokin’ the green
Well take a look at yourself, yea you’re not so clean
Like depressed housewives addicted to valium
Compared to gettin’ high just a little more damagin’

Verse 2
- Smoked wick gear – for too many years
No lights in the North it was all we could get here
First it was hash that’s – mixed with plastic
Ni it’s grass that’s - sprayed with glass bits
- Fear tactics - so they banned it
Ni associated with cunts that traffic
But this plant it’s – from our planet
It’s organic – I don’t understand it
Cuz if they taxed it – like fags is
A night on the piss’d have well less spastics

You should all relax, kick back and unwind
You could learn something from getting a little high
Like you doctors fightin’ stress by knockin’ back the wine
Destroyin’ your bodies - one bottle at a time
And what’s the difference - between that vice and mine
Well the difference is a little pay-cheque called crime
Dreamt up to fill their wallets and keep us in line
Well go fuck yourself, - Cos this life is mine


Verse 3
- Fresh from the Earth – it’s effects work
- Like onions, garlic or peppers
- I take mines in a dish like supper
Or real warm milk that came out the cow’s utter
Get high – ‘n’ lie lo like a floatin’ device
Pour Mexican beer with lime ‘n’ ice
Stay shy like this – couldn’t touch for a lady
Laugh like fuck – then sleep like a baby

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from Songs from Bomb City 7, track released July 5, 2012

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