Lite the match,

Burn the flower,

Leave behind,

All the wrong.

Why be sad?

Heaven

Modern day, prohibition!

Are we men?

Are we children?

At what age, can I choose.

How to live.

The only real problem is storing real good drugs.

Haven't we learned our lesson?

The corner store sells finer scotch.

But whose got a gun powder?

We trust in what is ours..

The country aint a big surprise, and I find it abused.

Then who the fuck are you to judge me