Sunday, November 19, 2006

In marijuana heaven

In marijuana heaven
The chamber's never clear
The girls dont wear clothing
And the cops aren't there to fear

In a paradise called potland
Shit need not be stashed
Kush is sold at 4 a gram
And trainwreck makes you crash

The potheads wave and say hello
They make you feel at home
Not unlike the bitches do
When they give you dome (which is constantly)

It's a place called Terra Soma
Where the fireplace burns green
Where the beach is but a minute's walk
And not but sun is seen

Away, away, take me there!
I want to leave this place
I want to smoke that green green grass
That puts a smile on my face =)

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