Just pack the bong
We got smoke for years
To fill our lungs
And while the tank is at a quarter
We'll take this town for
Every dollar
And I feel complete
Doin 90 down the side streets
In the summertime
in the bright sunshine
It'll be
Just you and me
Just sit and sing
I know we got the ways to
Deal with things
And whatever comes our way
We'll drink our issues all away
And it's just a bust
But no cop would dare
To ever mess with us
Cuz we are the hand
With the gun
Pressin in your back
And I know the colors would fade with washing
But I know glory is too much for asking here
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