Cannabis Corpse
Cannabis Corpse - Lunatic Of Pot's Creation lyrics
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Green oppression, our choices at their discretion Control obsession, I think it's time we teach these politicians a lesson No more excuses, we've had enough, we're out for blood To save your lives you'll legalize but still you... Blame it on, blame it on, blame it on bud Problems seen aren't from weed Still they will blame it on bud Crime is intertwined by the scoring of drugs, made to be thugs They blame it on bud Lies, a sign of our times, into their minds, decriminalize or spill their blood Dropouts, gangs, and teenage births Depressed losers with no self-worth's All the things that parents fear All stem from drugs, TV and beer? Well I ain't buying that, it gets me pissed Nay-saying crooks- you're on our list Until it's taxed, it is quite clear Loss of profit is all they fear Its time to gather in line leaving behind protesting signs Getting our enemies high Spreading of lies, arise, militarize, attack from all sides Its coming to an end Drop guillotines in crimson spurts Stoners emerge on red alert Dragged through the streets by toking bangers Swing from the gallows by hemp-made hangers Arm yourselves for coup d'etat Marijuana militia martial law We won't stop till all of them are dead