Smoke goes up, drinks go down. Ain't gonna stop till I'm damn near drown. I'll pay tomorrow with a head that pounds. But as for now let's just get lost and found.
I went to oktoberfest with that bleach blond girl from the all night diner with the good cheese fries and cold six packs/
Acordians screamed at fat men in pantyhose
We drank the cold microbrews from half gallon milk jugs
They charges a little to much
But not enough to care
I saw you swaying to and from once the alcohol kicked in but I didn't ask you to dance
I bought you that stupid plastic hat with a feather in the side
Everyone bounced as if to be proud that night
Proud of what I don't know
But every time I mentioned Adolf
How him and I share the same birth day
How he ruined 4-20
It got quite
I thought about...
Why I have to think of oshwitz everytime I blow out the candles
Why pampered rich kinds have to make headline news in Columbine because they don't have any friends
Why I have to see this all as open my presents.
Why can't I just get stoned and think of 4-20 like that.
Then I pause I look intom those white anglosaxon protestant eyes.
I thank god I'm Irish
And I can't wait for St. Patricks Day
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