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This was written and released during prohibition. It sounds strange to say these days but in the old days you would get locked in a cage for having this plant in your pocket! We all know the intentions of the war on drugs by now. More like the war on blacks, hippies, and AIDS patients. Anyway, I like mainstream country every once in a while and I always imagined that Toby Keith might take a liking to this and sing it on one of his albums he released while the Afghanistan War was still popular.

What a shame
Dirty shame
All the same
Dirty shame yeah
It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame
Lordy me
Glory be
Mercy me
Glory be yeah
It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame
JOE!
Holy shit
It's a goddamn fucking dirty shame
Oh looky here

No man can catch her eyes
She don't think much of guys
With their macho bullshit talking trash
To her it just ain't funny, man
She's made her way to Beta 9
She heard New Earth's a damn good time
She's seen it
Yet she's coming back again
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Them love machines are fine for some
When you're all filled up with Martian rum
With their whizzing gears sometimes
Why they seem just like a person
But they don't talk and they don't laugh
Unless the program tells them to
It really ain't spontaneous
But most the folk just don't care
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No man can catch her eye
Nor r-600s with custum thighs
But loves where you can get it
Take that plunge and don't regret it
Her eye is roving still
Forever, man, it will
Every day's an oppurtunity
That's all she wants to see
She leaves New Earth alone
Might as well go back home
At least her home is home
Home is home

I want an open road I want to drive away
But nobody got a second chance
Giving up too fast I want to play my hand
But nobody got a second chance
I Will crawl to you
I will die for you
But I warn you
I cry too
I want an open road where the wind it sings out loud
A tune that's meant to drown another's pain
I need an open road I got to fly away
'Cause the pressure's enough to drive a man insane
What'd you say to me
Oh why can't I see
What's so goddamn wrong with me
Oh why can't I see
Break it down
I want an open heart so I can say just what I feel
But it's hard to start when you got to sonic boom
I want an open book I got to write my story true
So the end won't eber no never come too soon

I'm thinking of a thing from long ago
I don't know what it is
And I'm looking at my life just like it's something
That I can not give
I don't give a shit
For anything at all
Oh no
Oh no
I made a record before I could even buy a beer
By the time I was 22 I'd played more shows than I could hear
Sang in smoke filled rooms
And drank for free all night
Oh yeah
Oh yeah
I seen 'em come and go I seen 'em rise and fall
I've made a billion fliers and made a million calls
I went from the mailing list to emails to evites
But it ain't no different if you're signing through the night
Alright
I been around this whole damn world
It's bigger than the sky is wide
But one thing everywhere is when everything seems just right
Play the night away
And sing everyday
Every day
I'm thinking of a thing from long ago
I don't know what it is
And I'm looking at my life just like it's something
That I can not give
I don't give a shit
For anything at all
I'm just day to day