Alarm clock say hello to my dying head
I woke up on the wrong side of the bed
and I really didn't get any sleep last night
just thought about things that I shouldn't have said
the days all seem to run together now
I want to feel better but I don't know how
I reach for the bottle and it's not there
last night was the wrong night to learn to share
And I know that things can't really be that bad
and I know that I won't start feeling better
until I stop feeling so damn bad...it's gonna be alright
I just want to say "what the fuck are you doing?"
you don't even care about the people that you're screwin'
or the lives that you ruin
rationalize with just one word: legalize
well I'm sick and fucking tired of people lying to me
is something wrong with me? do I got a disease?
you single me out because I smoke weed
well I don't get in fights, and I'll never OD
it's just like sodomy, you know neither are legal
but we do 'em anyway
if I smoke and you smoke weed
then we smoke weed its unity all day
do we cause that much of a threat?
go ahead and wrap your plastic around my head
So I looked at the clock and its twenty past four
and I'm still high from the night before
I wanna find some roaches on the floor
you know what I'm really looking for
I want to smoke a joint that lasts forever
I want to drink a beer that never ever ever goes warm
gets you drunk with no hangover
twice a week I'll try to stay sober yeah
