heavy smoke - Nishina

Smoke my hoochie You say that I'm the devil Reali-T.H.C. Marco Polo hailed it heaven, Socrates inhaled it, too Mister President, tell the truth You're the great exaggerators since 1932 Telling evils of the reefer But all through time we've smoked the sky Smoke the sky Home grown vision compliments the senses, opens up my mind J.F.K. sold us freedom, or was it just a business toke? '63 went up in smoke He was the great seducer crawling from our TVs Breathed hope into our future Before he died, he smoked the sky Smoke the sky When inside we'll smoke the sky B.C. hailed it heaven, I inhaled it too Reali-T.H.C. When inside we'll smoke the sky Smoke the sky When inside we'll smoke the sky When inside we'll smoke the When inside we'll toke the When inside we'll smoke the sky

Well, I don't need your Jesus freaks Well, I don't need your thought police Well, I don't need your saving soul Well, I don't need your mind control Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Well, I don't need your howling moon Well, I don't need your happy tune Well, I don't need your jetting set Well, I don't need your cigarettes Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright (America is defied) (It devours its few) Well, I don't want your O-J juice Well, I don't want your Lenny Bruce Well, I don't want your flying nun Well, I don't want your golden gun Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Well, I'm a mad hatter, baby, ride a boogie machine Blastin' 8-track tapes when I'm on the scene I'm a long-gone daddy in a boogaloo And I stitch it all together with super glue "Stop playing around, man" Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Shake your ass, your ass Smoke your grass, your grass Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright Come on, well, everybody It's time to feel alright

Hit town like a freight train runnin' Starin' at us like deer in the headlights Never thought you had another thing comin' Did the same damn thing to 'em last night Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Little gal in the skin tight britches Get up and get down to the front row Sure, hope your boyfriend ain't lookin' He won't get hurt by what he don't know He don't know that I know, and you know I got some plans for you, baby Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke, yeah Oh, yeah, uh-huh Come on, yeah Everywhere we go, everywhere we been Leave a trail of ashes and a trail of sin Pack up the gear, let's hit the road We got a long way to go now (Go now, go now, go now) Up in smoke Down in flames Jump on board Rollin' like a freight train Clap your hands Stomp your feet Boogie on down to the redneck backbeat Throwdown, it's a hillbilly hodown Fire it up, we can go all night now Come on, y'all, ain't no joke Watch the world go up in smoke Oh, watch 'em now