作词 : Fat Mike Light the match, burn the flower Leave behind, all the wrong, why be sad? When happiness can be bought for a little more then free Modern day prohibition Are we men? Are we children? At what age, can I choose how to live? The only real drug problem is scoring real good drugs Haven't we learned our lesson? The corner store sells finer scotch But who's got uncut powder? We just want what is ours dignity If God created plants, and plants that I find and abuse Then who the **** are you to judge me?
作词 : Fat Mike Light the match, burn the flower Leave behind, all the wrong, why be sad? When happiness can be bought for a little more then free Modern day prohibition Are we men? Are we children? At what age, can I choose how to live? The only real drug problem is scoring real good drugs Haven't we learned our lesson? The corner store sells finer scotch But who's got uncut powder? We just want what is ours dignity If God created plants, and plants that I find and abuse Then who the **** are you to judge me?
