Mother Weed

If weed make people smile from ear to ear
Then calling it a crime seems hardly fair
So pardon me for having me a slice
of what make living life seem twice as nice

If you don’t really know what she’s about
At least give her the benefit of doubt
Stop whining ’bout, what you don’t understand
‘Cause Mother Weed is just a helping hand

Oh Mother Weed she please me to the bone
‘Come roll your dice and let her get you stoned
A chandalair to hang up in your shed
Let Mother Weed pump wits into your head

If life is looking good and you are square
or plummeting and feels un-bloody-fair
Consider lending Mother Weed an ear
and you’ll see that she’ll always take you there

Laidback on my couch, she make me stay
chasing all those demons far away
She make me talk, when there’s nothing left to say
and a chocolate is like sex on Christmas-day

Now don’t forget to treat her with respect
‘cause if you don’t, she’ll slowly break your necks
So pay attention or you might be next
and pretty soon you’re stuck with bouncing checks

But Mother Weed she please me to the bone
So I roll my dice and I let her get me stoned
A chandalair for hanging in the shed
Let Mother Weed pump wits into your head

Oh mother weed you make me feel so good
What a damned shame you are so misunderstood
Even presidents will say that she’s okay
as long as you make sure you don’t inhale

Yes every little once in a little while
a man need time alone on a lonely isle
So pardon me for having me a slice
of what make living life seem twice as nice