Pot Seeds

pot seeds down the drain what kind of life force sustained? mutant monsters with long hair sleezy & greezy and they don’t care growing their sewer dope their purpose, their only hope started with a few rejects the kind society simply ejects those that can’t reside in this place where you cannot confide mean ol’ gargoyles with a potent touch give that stuff a strange rush then a few more slipped in alien warriors again and again no way do these dudes care make humans tear out their hair so next time you see a bald guy will you wonder about his high? this smoke that grows in your drain the only thing on Frankenstein Nazi’s brain ‘cause trippin’ in the bowels of this town guaranteed to bring ya down they grew it and they do it each day beneath your street stoned grinches in a lazy mob full of the stuff that turns you into a blob fallen angels with the munchies really bad hungry for the toque that makes us all mad