Token Voter (Vote Stoner Vote) Citizens loaded in jails railroaded buying smoke for their friends Dogs sniff every package Fed Ex sends instead of other dogs rear ends, that's sad Like their religion they are rude like their fuel they are crude but we don't need science to prove weed don't lead to nothing but the almighty groove Grandma's been smoking pot Ever since the first Woodstock You know pot is the biggest cash crop listen up all you politicians to the millions who smoke pot Can all the tools of empires Make the seedlings and flowers stop I don't think so Can you recognize it can you realize it you can legalize it if you vote stoner vote Attention citizens Take a break from the wake and bake fill the polls not the bowls hear my song and free the bong all you hippies who been bitching since the sixties lawyers, doctors, gangstas, mothers students, cops, sisters, brothers you'll be able to score at your local store you heard of the gold rush this is the green rush you can grow a bush of your favorite kush so get out there and vote be the first state to gloat that the happiest smokers come from California

Worlds Guiltiest Pleasure Just saw it on the news today There's a meteor headed our way Jehovah's playing marbles with our sky He don't care who lives or dies Storms and earthquakes and a burning sun Miserable sinners each and every one The four horsemen of the apocalypse Just got shot down by some bad ass Crips Its the end of us all again Its the end of us all Worthless posers, shameless hussies Waiting around for the equator to freeze Cell phone brain rot its in the Bible Revelations foretold the American Idol Survival ain't an option No Halliburton reconstruction Gone's the new human condition We're talking worldwide destruction It's the end of us all again Its the end of us all Israel, the Wailing Wall The Temple on the Mount and Pope John Paul The signs are everywhere plain to all The human race ends with a fall Pestilence and famine and all the plagues Every mountain and island out of place The devils gonna have his fun A red moon is on the horizon Its the end of us all again Its the fundamental illness Of our human masochism

S&M BC Imitation vacation elective mutilation celebrity assembly line every night on TV sensational confessional a new star is official 24 hours ain't enough to be on the screen and be seen So work to live live to work Step into the brown paper bag of oblivion on the Formica plains of forlorn lunch rooms dreams of vacations to faraway places hotels like spaceships deep blue diving getaways So work to live live to work Televised interiors idealized exteriors birds talking to mirrors do you talk to your TV, I do Don't have to go nowhere anything you need is here anyway anywhere is always somewhere near to bread and circuses smoke and mirrors bread and circus smoke and mirrors work to live live to work we pretend to work and they pretend to pay us

American Dream Hurry up hesitate you know you're already late hate the never ending wait dying honeybees upstate The prime rate stuck in a crate aggravates the crime rate relate to the fate you berate to sedate Infuriate the lightweight negate the fake turnover date made it across the Bering Strait but couldn’t escape the welfare state Hurry up hesitate you know that you’re already late Tolerate the public debate about how to procreate ingratiate to insinuate deviate then compensate More pompous than Pompey the Great a running mate with real estate fear is the engine of fate he sneers eating everything on our plate Obliterate the dictate of the irritated straight eliminate the police state and don’t forget to open the gate Hurry up hesitate you know that you’re already late Exaggerate to humiliate incorporate the boiler plate accumulate the fourth estate contaminate the candidate Nominate, gold plate narrate to manipulate deactivate, liquidate and take the fifth if they investigate Obliterate the dictate of the irritated straight eliminate the police state and don’t forget to open the gate Hurry up hesitate you know that you’re already late eliminate the police state and don’t forget to open the gate

January Sunshine The witches of the Hollywood Hills say it happened on a day just like today exactly when no one can say there was a certain way the light played spreading out a hundred hazy miles concrete buildings like product aisles but in the canyon at sunset like some kind of Romeo and Juliet musicians and poets met to show the future how to forget and when everybody realized they could do anything with their lives it was like January sunshine The Dionysus society poured wine on the palm tree they talked about peace and love and what it really means to be free they even talked about equality and the evils of celibacy but that's been gone for quite some time and I'm just wondering when I get mine January sunshine Where is my January sunshine?

Survey Says I don't care about holiday dinner I don't care about mother's day I don't care who's the winner I don't care about any survey I don't care about perfect weddings designer gowns or diamonds rings I don't care about a fiancee I couldn't care less what people say I don't care about superstitions or puritan prohibitions or suspicious inquisitions I don't need permission from politicians When are you going to settle down when are you going to get a job when are you going to marry when are you going to have a baby I don't care about superstitions-- I don't care about the AMA or what they say to fear today I don't care about fine lines warning signs, or moral declines I don't care about silverware the fork can be plastic for all i care I don't care about heaven or hell or the rules that girls don't yell I don't care about superstitions-- When are you gonna settle down when are you gonna get a job when are you gonna marry when are you gonna have a baby I don't care about superstitions--

Stray (Perdido) Christmas ornaments collide Like glitter down a slide Like twilight on the tide Shining in a diver's eyes Under the tree Unopened gifts Bound for the lost and found Tinsel cliffs fallen on the ground It's warm inside but she shivers outside Staring at Christmas lights Counting the burn outs One for each fear And one for each doubt Looking back at all the Christmases And the things she had to be She'd get what she expected But never what she'd need Trying to make it happen again That one good time Yeah it was shallow but Somehow strangely sublime Consumerism ad nauseum On Xmas day Feeling like a stray Alone on Xmas day How does it live? They gotta kill it If its empty, they will fill it Is it fine? Make it coarse Spoil innocence with remorse If its pure, they'll pollute it Is it honest? They lie about it If its real, they fake it If its strong they will break it But one stray got away Finding out its okay Alone on Xmas day When the options were weighed There was no reason to stay She was lucky She got away Feeling like a stray Finding out its okay Alone on Xmas day Nothing's ever satisfying Whoever said otherwise was lying Don't bother denying Like forests on our curbs drying There's no use crying about dying When the thing about living is The thing about living is The beauty is in the trying The beauty is in the trying

Catastrophe Waiting around for the next disaster waiting for some kind of catastrophe all we chase after is disaster it's like we have some kind of need for the gruesome worst of us for the morose worst of us anything bad that we remember but anything good well that's just a passing thing waiting around for the next disaster waiting around for the next catastrophe I can see it all now cross the headlines body parts and blood spraying and everything we want to see it's just a sick little need we've got to see the worst come true it's like we're wishing for retribution coming down it's nothing new nothing new under the sun nothing new and when all of you are done can we go on with life itself can we go on with living in health can we go on and have something better than the next horror or the next disaster I wonder if we could stand a day wonder if we could take it for an hour look for the good you'll always find the worst you're a piece of work you're just quite a piece of work all we chase after is disaster it's like we have some kind of need for the gruesome worst of us anything bad that we remember but anything good that's just a passing thing waiting around for the next disaster waiting around for the next catastrophe I can see it all now across the headlines body parts and blood spraying and everything we want to see it's just a sick little need we've got to see the worst come true it's like we're wishing for retribution coming down it's nothing new nothing new under the sun nothing new and when all of you are done can we go on with life itself can we go on with living in health can we go on and have something better than the next horror or the next disaster I wonder if we could stand a day wonder if if we could take it for an hour Look for the good you'll always find the worst you're a piece of work you're just quite a piece of work