Well, we're standin' in the kitchen

And we're cookin' us some chicken

And the house is burnin' down

And we don't really care



See the children of the dealers

They're all kissin' their dead daddies

And their eyes are seein' backwards

They can't hear but they can sigh



Exploding butterflies hit and run

E*** k****** jumped the gun





Well, as far as i'm concerned

They all do it 'cause they wanna

So don't come around my backyard

Smokin' marijuana




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