Come along with me and,
Together we can hug a tree,
We'll drink some beer,
And smoke some dope and cloud,
Our brains with Marajuana smoke.
We'll do some "Reds"
And laugh and Joke,
We'll pass the pipe,
And we'll have a toke,
We'll do everything designed,
To banish reason from our minds,
And when all is said and done,
And you've got your demons on the run,
Wonder why they all come back,
On Monday morning to make the attack.

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