Protest Song

Chorus:
Smoke my weed out in the open,
Don’t vilify me for the way that I’m coping.
I don’t hate you for the pills that you take,
Some to try and sleep, some to stay awake.

Verse One:
Not trying to be high all of the day,
But I get stressed out and like to roll a J.
So kick back with me, share a glass of wine,
You sip yours and I’ll smoke mine.

This is my song about fighting the good fight.
My little tool to try and make things fit right.
I do what I can with all that I’ve got,
I live my life and I smoke my pot!

Chorus:
Smoke my weed out in the open,
Don’t vilify me for the way that I’m coping.
I don’t hate you for the pills that you take,
Some to try and sleep, some to stay awake.

Verse Two:
It occurs to me that this war is a waste,
A contrived evil villain to save political face.
Look at the numbers, then look at the facts,
Think of the money one could earn from a tax.

Some think this war is a slippery slope,
Legalize it and they’ll be babies on dope.
But babies aren’t drinkin, or puffin on smokes,
And if smack was legal you wouldn’t line up for a poke.

Chorus:
Smoke my weed out in the open,
Don’t vilify me for the way that I’m coping.
I don’t hate you for the pills that you take,
Some to try and sleep, some to stay awake.

Verse Three:
Put the children through school, set up programs for rehab.
Spend the money how you like so you don’t have to feel bad.
God gave to us the power to choose,
It’s my choice to sin, it’s my choice to use.

If you take that from me then your trying to play God.
Do you walk around with His scepter and His rod.
Sip on your wine, have your communion as you choose,
We’ll both talk with God; I’ll smoke and you’ll booze.

Chorus:
Smoke my weed out in the open,
Don’t vilify me for the way that I’m coping.
I don’t hate you for the pills that you take,
Some to try and sleep, some to stay awake.