Weedo

Sometimes survey the southern soil and all I see are some stupid people that
should cease to be
Cant let that get to me… I smile through my disdain and I dream of a place
where there is no pain
Where we have all the weed that we need and no one’s ever crying
We have all the weed that we need and the sun is always shining
California… I wanna go
California… Ohhhhh
Colorado… way to go!
Colorado… Ohhhhh
In the sun and snow
Where they toke and toke
Let’s go! Let’s go!
We’ve got our guns, our racist meth-addicted kids, one big reality show of
southern christians
This cure for boredom, cure for poverty, cure for pain… I just can’t see any
reason to refrain
If we had all the weed that we need there would be no more crying
We had all the weed that we need… the sun is always shining.
Go!
We got the weedo that we needo… we got the weedo weedo weedo!