It's not dope, 'cause you're dead
You curly-haired little Teresa
Thirty centimeter long blunt
And dazed, you get eaten by wolves
Sparrow on a withe
It's the human's destiny
With your little feet stuck
Jumping on the spot (x2)
No to junta, no to weed
Pissed on fat weeds
Full of suicidal insecticides
The new Albanian front
It's chemistry - It's prostitution
Without the body's consent
The PIMP's on the galleries
And us on the pit with the beasts
Your heart is taken over by cannabis
And can't touch mine
Stop the fucking art of rolling
And come side-by-side on my yard's corner
On the sky tree, on the flying carpet
Let's get on, bean by bean
I made you a soup, with molotov and everything
In Charles' pot, you pantomath
Raise your fist, let's drink, all in one
Put on the lid, it's taking me over
My little Indian dancer
My mushroom, my manitou
I'm guarding in front of your tent
Put my heart on your prayers
Let's drink, let's swallow
We can't all get high
Someone has to guard them
Call them, count them
No to junta, no to weed
Pissed on fat weeds
Full of suicidal insecticides
The new Albanian front
It's chemistry - It's prostitution
Without the body's consent
The PIMP's on the galleries
And us on the pit with the beasts
Your heart is taken over by cannabis
And can't touch mine
Stop the fucking art of rolling
And come side-by-side on my yard's corner
On the sky tree, on the flying carpet
Let's get on, bean by bean
I made you a soup, with molotov and everything
In Charles' pot, you pantomath
Raise your fist, let's drink, all in one
Put on the lid, it's taking me over