Close your eyes, get ready
Console your child...get him ready.
Calm your eyes...get em ready
(Soul coming around...in morning sun)
C'mon c'mon soul of mine...you're ready
(Soul coming around...the mourn tonight)
Soda water, soda water boys
And I wanna lose everything that's policing us, and then everything must begin!
And I wanna do crack cocaine!
And I wanna lose everything but release... Why don't you just:
SMOKE THAT FUCKING WEED, BOY! DRINK THE WINE!
Weed boy, drink the wine...
Weed boy, drink the wine...
(All of it's all we are... that's all we are)
Weed boy, drink the wine...
Weed boy, drink the wine...
Weed boy, drink the wine...